Mourning

There is a place where mourning begins.
There is also a place where mourning ends.
I await that place where it ends.
A place where we all live out second life,
which never ends.
A life where we all have enough time,
with all those we wish to have time with.
Where we don't fight over things,
any more serious than who loves who most,
in the silliest of tones.
A place where love is never wrong,
and we are free to love as we wish to love.
A place where light always wins,
hope always endures,
and love is alive,
everywhere.