I am sitting in the car and
I see rolling hills,
a blue sky,
the green of the trees; I am content.

I believe that the best way
to imagine heaven is to look at
what you most love; this is heaven.

I sit back in my seat
and I celebrate the company
of others; this is perfect.

Sun on my body,
warming my internal;
doctor, would you
write me another prescription?

But, missing here, my love
—she, who makes perfection perfect,
to be here forever—a joy to my heart.

Ah, but I feel her in the warmth,
I smell her in the air,
I see her in the clouds,
always with me, just as I like it.