Questions on Heaven...

Can you tell me what heaven looks like? Is it endless trees and fall foliage, or sandy beaches and sunny skies? Will I be on my own, or among friends--known and unknown? Will I meet the people I never had the chance to in this life? Do people still age? Is everyone smiling or secretly crying?

Can you tell me what heaven sounds like? Is it peace and quiet we always asked for amidst the hustle and bustle of city life? Or is it just as loud as our living thoughts always were? Are we singing, dancing, and laughing? Do we all know the words? Are they written on our hands or imprinted in our brains? Are we listening to each other or only hearing ourselves? Is it melodic?

Can you tell me what heaven feels like? Are you homesick or is it homely? Are you mourning for those that mourn you? Are you moving on, letting go or holding on to your final show? Do you feel empty? Are you afraid? Are you certain or unsure, insecure and skeptical? Is it all a dream or are you really there? Are you awake? Are you still here?

Can you walk me through the gates? Talk me through the change and hold my hand through the pain? Rest your hand on my shoulder, tell me it will be okay. This is heaven, after all. Can you teach me how to live, exist as this immortal entity? But doesn't heaven prove mortality? Can you tell me how it works? What to do and how to act, where to go and who to know, what to say and where to play? Can you show me your heaven? Welcome me to your new world that no one else can see? Can you tell me how to get there? Can you visit me from time to time and I you? 

Answer any of the above, and I'll know it's real.