Reflections of tomorrow

Can the soul be satisfied
With only one true love?
Or do the heavens blaze
For those still awaiting us above?
No clamour from the persons
We've let go in the past
Understanding that tomorrow
Is really not meant to last
We've given up the east
To live with the setting sun
But in the end this is nothing
Except just a bit of fun

Clouds

Staring down at the clouds
From way up high above
That's where we find assurance
Of a higher form of love
With the falling of brilliant light
On the cotton-y clumps of wisp
We can see heaven's reflection
Through the masses of gathered mist

From grace

We all lived so long ago
We never knew which way to go
Until a host from heaven fell
And taught us things we now know so well
But from then on our lives were cursed
As in our nature, knowing awoke the worst

Remembering tomorrow

If dreaming was reality
Then waking up would be a dream
In many ways that's what we live
When looking around at what we give

This haze of thought in which we dwell
Is far from those golden shores above
Where each day is brighter than any summer
And the bluest sky is matched only by the river

From what people remember and mystics glimpse
We can surely understand
That we're here to learn about our souls
To accomplish our own very personal goals