People, 'Of Heaven

People of heaven of People each place and faith from which they came. If it is the plains on which they lived, then her hair shall smell of grass. Sweet green grass high to the waist waist high in grass, stood he. With her, his mate; As she appeared in the grass, with his eyes wide open, she is there and sits to wait. Grass and trees they have gathered beneath, having to think both one for the other. Grass under their feet feeling the wind having no need to speak with another. Different some what from their source but from awe, both beings meek. Hearts that beat, gathered from two leaving one. Plus the two, with green sweet grass and the breeze. Souls that have come, will they stay? Having to come from that which was and never which was before. Could they not remember or have known? Having no souls, yet they came. Eyes of they softly, glowing with life as one with the grass there so green. Wholly knowing no strife gently and being. People of heaven; of People each place from which they came. Did they not know our values moralities Beyond our knowing, left to each others. Both from the one and the other knowing from which both have come. Eyes softly opened. Wholly and filled with green blooms And rising as they rise, as the grass. Yellow sun in their eyes and to know all to briefly as wise. That all such eyes are soft and waiting to open. Faces turned outwards and into follow words. Consciousness meets consciousness saving unbeknown st, cloven words with he, him self, with she, and the cooling breeze. And warmth for all of that, such as they should know being good it is and they stayed, Both now one and he with whom both came to know. People of heaven; of People each place from which they came.