the growing idea of heaven
you exist for me in the between moments,
as a thought,
always a possibility I try for...
almost within reach
allowing my love never to diminish
.
the glimpses of perfection,
of sweet tastes forming in the mind
instead of on the tongue
of the frozen sun,
balancing destruction and renewal
of the calming and energizing emotive,
conjured up by memory
.
so I hang on to this suspended thought
to this sometimes form,
and add it to the growing idea of heaven,
an enchantment
within which I form my rituals...