The Beginning And...

Every star
Is the light from a window
In heaven
Each room
Is possessed by a soul that
Has passed
At night
The angels look down on
Our world
They watch
As we wander the earth
Without aim
They scream
We have our priorities
In chaos
But their
Voices only come out as a
Gentle breeze
If you
Listen with ears that
Are aware
You can
Hear their careful warning that in 
Due time
The tables
Will turn and so very soon nothing
That matters
When alive
Will actually matter in
...The end.