There is a place beyond the sky,

where stars don’t shine—they drift and fly,

where love is not a fleeting sound,

but woven gently all around.

No voices speak, no bodies weigh,

just souls that move in soft array.

Their colors hum, their auras spin,

reflecting all they feel within.

A thought becomes a blooming tree,

a feeling births a melody.

No hate can dwell, no pain can stay—

it melts in love, then drifts away.

They touch without the need for hands,

they know the soul, they understand.

And in this world, so crystal-clear,

you feel their joy as if it’s near.

They move the stars with gentle thought,

create from light what Earth forgot.

And every soul, like you, is free—

to simply be love eternally.