Ashes

Through the stress, the urn of my life was heated,
but were the ashes of the remnants of my past defeated?
Nay, merely just depleted
To a beautiful art of blown glass,
 freshly ramped to a molten glow and cooled
And the second it's admired,
Smashed.
So then when the question's are asked:
"Mama,where do we go when we've passed? "
"Papa, how do we know this will last?"
I just keep to the flow,
Some answers don't exist to be known.
But before I go,
don't spend your life trying to explain this to me,
See heaven has a price, but hell?
Well, you can get that for free.
No when "I" go
Let my soul soar and glow to where only it knows,
The place my mind keeps a mystery,
And see that there and only there
Will you find the true me,
Entwined in what you believe is you.
And we will love.