Poem 10/8/18

Unexpected Heaven

Heaven is where you find the least

Meaning in all you can’t keep

Heaven is gold and blue and orange

A Christmas tree that is always adorned

Heaven is big and lit and happy

A love poem that’s almost too sappy

A place where one can find their place

Atop a cloud without a trace

Angels always wear a halo

And when they fly they always stay low

To see what is happening on Earth below

Where music is fast and voice tones low

They have wings of grey and white

And wings of purple and orange too

In my dreams one flies a kite

And the ones with orange wings have eyes that are blue

Any place could be considered heaven

Like a park or a field or a forest

Some angels could be unconsidered pleasant

It’s so when they walk on earth a tourist

To what is going on over green grass

And sidewalks covered with sidewalk chalk

an error on their part is too fly too fast

so, when they land they can almost not walk