One Day

I walked and walked

But no new distance ever grew;

Same thin space remained,

tightly tucked in my back pocket.

So then I flew and flew,

and was just a flame short

of the dawn viewing me as a rocket.

I spoke and spoke,

Though my voice

 never awoke

 the snoring wind

I smiled when asked

But beneath the mask,

I never grinned.

Each time I planted hope,

Winter overstayed its welcome

And the earth just couldn’t cope.

Still I move

Still I fly

Still I speak

Yes, still I try

All without

A thousand reasons why.

except for the most obvious one...

If I persist,

One day, my spring will come

My Heaven

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