In the afterlife

In the afterlife
we live in a place
filled with swirling
silk clothed dancers
light on their feet
around trees dripping
with white Christmas lights

We drink green tea while
petals from cherry trees 
blow around us
we all hear the same music
but it never sounds the same twice

In the afterlife
we sleep in open air houses
white gauzy curtains billowing
in the lavender wind
colorful cushions
scattered all through the house

We fly kites with
long streamer tails
against the sunset
and drink moonlight
from water lilies

In the afterlife
everyone talks in colors
walks cobblestoned streets
lined with blooming apple trees
and clear canals

The rain smells like wild blueberries
and the thunderstorms over the
dark evergreen mountains
like crushed ginger

In the afterlife
we read old love letters
while white candles burn all around us
and dreams
sound like wind chimes

People use sparklers as lights
and everywhere
there are blooms of lupines

In the afterlife
we lie under paper birch trees
with bright ribbons thrown
into their branches
and skyscrapers push up 
all around us

Street vendors sell
anything you can imagine and
everywhere people go about their life

But among the crush
the honking cars
the houses
the people 
the trees

Silk dancers twirl