Charging through the Gates of Hallelujah
Is it possible to feel this happy?
I must be dreaming of angels.
I must have died in my sleep
and been sent to the gates of hallelujah.
I must have dined on ambrosia
with the gods in Valhalla
and become drunk with utter bliss
from every sip of this holy chalice.
Is it true that your love is this pure?
I must be spinning the wheel of fortune.
I must have hit the jackpot of karma
and been kissed by the lips of a Goddess.
I must have tasted the air near to heaven
where oxygen expands the flow of blood
and causes the cells of my lungs
to burst open with exclamations of bliss.
Is this state of peace a prelude to paradise?
I must be close to the ripeness of summer.
I must have wandered into the garden
and found the sweetest fruit of creation.
I must have discovered the tree of life
that pours forth with a wellspring of wisdom
and turned away from all past temptations
to receive the love of such a wonderful woman.