Where are the heavens?
Above
Below
Some place where the winds don't blow?
Some place where heartbeats glow
and fires never die
and enchantment never tells a lie?

It's cold and dark the higher we go
and inside the earth
a fire always glows
The molten magma magnet
that holds us here to ground
At least that's what we were told
between trips to the merry-go-round

So who do we believe then?
The man in the robe
woos us with wonder and song
The woman at the podium
marks us high to get along

Where are the heavens then
my friend?
I think we may never know
til the end
Until then, I'll leave them between the sheets
or in dark corners where lovers meet
or in the hustle and bustle of the city street
or in a quiet cornfield where winds do rustle husk
and space envelopes her Sun at dusk