What Comes Out Of Heaven

White
Blazing white
Are the clothings
Of Him whose abode
Is the dream of men
The journey from where none returns
The place of a thousand horses
Skipping on a thousand hills
And the procession of a thousand heavenly choir
Walking down the river of silver
And their feet covered in innumerable carats of gold
And we here stretching our hands
To take from the proceeds
Of heaven’s innumerable proceeds
But they say
You need the blazing white
To obtain heaven’s
White heart
White

Bose