Heaven

Discovering in the darkness

the fate of newborn stars,

gathering dewy cobwebs

from the midnight hour

To solemnly lay down at night

our head upon the sheets,

to grasp an understanding

of deep love, folded and neat

Of loves immortal solitude

amongst sultry hearts,

of nights and days and how

they spin; the heavens near and far

Of violets, lace and silky things

that gather and then mate,

of iodized thoughts and letters lost

that lead to heaven’s gate

@gmcknight'11