Straggler

Decked in floral wreaths and crown as I lay in state among family and friends with my spirit wading through strands forlorn where lamps shone bright in celestial gleam bordering a land of bliss out of mortal reach where neither canker blights, nor flowers wilt where sorrow never enters and all shall be blest where each head like the sun aureoled where God in all His glory doth reign I saw through my slumber deep, as through a veil my loved ones grieving great, my journey unreturned to an untravelled land. There was crying and whining, sighing and sobbing in stirring memory of days in all goodness spent and of bonds stretching beyond life's rim which set me feel sick of where I was and where I wasn't so fain to go, so fain to stay, like a spinning midge, my spirit veered high and low between Heaven and Earth between Mortality and Immortality. A helium balloon buoyant in the air.