I look up at the skies&There are puffy clouds,pilliars,billows,cloud pictures, for what I see I may never touch,but beautiful,...There is a heaven for what we see and a heaven for what we don't see but a heaven that is there The afterlife heaven and our heaven mixes where all is not really dead,but just to live again in a place above divine with love,castles&mansions&streets of gold.may I walk amongst&have in my touch someday.