The Blue Facade

What land is this where angels tread

to see the face of God?

Where do they go in lands afar

behind the blue facade?

　

Are voices lifted, singing well

of graces and of love...

and do they seek upon His face

those virtues I speak of?

　

Just once I'd love to see the blue

where that desire lies.

And then I'd know I could release

and shed this life's disguise.

　

Till then I'll walk on mortal soil

And scan the Heavens blue

and wish upon the wishing star

before my time is through.