What If?

What if heaven
Wasn’t like heaven at all?
No streets of gold
No cotton clouds to lay upon
No endless blue skies at your feet
Yes, what if it
Was like none of this?
What if it was more like
Some old town where spirits wander about
Like the rain swept streets of St. Augustine
Where shadows dance in early nightfall
From the soft sea breeze swaying slip-chain streetlights
Back and forth
Back and forth
And
Instead of tourist looking for ghost
On this spot or that
Ghost look for the best spots to communica...