Final Hope

while I may travel far, and think to know
all the secrets of heaven, or of below
to none alive are given such eyes to see
all those things which will forever be

pain of hope's death throes, deep within
the sense of tranquil doom begins again...
life feeling as a cage with no door
flesh traps a soul that wants to soar  

to my one true home, above all this
as having previously been, and of it miss
inner light opens my eyes to see the way    
I reserve the hope left, for my final day

so no matter the darkness ahead, or behind
to the beauty of the moment, I must now bind
the past no longer exists, nor is of thought
future for all shall come as it is wrought