Heaven
sits by the side of a pool in the mountain
covered in Sun and sleeping the mind in facts of the body
lit
as passion or want sinks in the skins of those resurrected
out of sleep fruitless
of waking to blessing
thought not to touch
now felt
surfaced
over
(self)
doubt
and the depths in which it drowns.
Down to the darkness we go
to surface again resurrected
as desire may rise and with it
ascension
choosing to linger where happiness lays.
Notes From Afar 