There is a place nearby
Where the longing
For the some things
And some ones are kept
For all that I can feel
but no longer touch
It has no streams
It has no trees
dressed in green, gold or red
it has no cliffs
to sit on the edge
and contemplate what ifs
It carries no clouds,
and no planes or birds
freely fly through
it holds no life,
just a memory of life that once was
It’s not the same as what I want
It’s what I presently have
There is a faraway place existing
Where I don’t yet exist
Where those some things
And some ones now live
Where butterflies
frequently flutter
as indigo happily swirls itself
across a summer sky
It is swarming with eager smiles
Familiar, kind eyes
and open, fervent arms
It’s nourished through creation
Always bursting with fresh art
It holds life
A life that is now
It’s the same as what I want
And all I am yet to have again
My Heaven is when and where
these two places collide
Where the empty is filled
And when the lost is found
