There, across the hills.

The luminescent light, looming a bright glance to cast the future.
I have seen the loving faces, round, square; but in the end, who does care?
When our time does end, a message it will send.
A message for others to catch, a lesson about life's virtue.
Once arisen, a day comes when return to the dirt you must.
A life without greed and anger, and most of all lust.
That's an impossible task, so I won't persuade.
Live life to a point where you can utter, "great."
"I did what I could, I gave all I should."
Sleep is here, your body near, but your mind does disappear.
Where did it go, is it a place filled with snow?
Or does the sun glare on the white beaches?
And are you covered in juicy peaches?
I wonder, where am I? Is this hell, or heaven, or just a good bye?
But do not ponder that train of thought, the rails are destroyed by drought.
Instead look the other way, what can life bring that makes me sing?
Not the joy, but the calm inner sense of a water stream.
Avoid to boil yourself to steam. Be free beyond this illusion.
It is not worth the confusion.