If there is a heaven
where souls reside after death

within or far from their bodies
it can only be poetry
the meeting place

of living souls and old souls
whose pains exist no longer
here and now, only

as an image of fate
as an understanding angel
of the love

to live, to try
... the golden mean
... of following and leading

to feed the senses
... with the miracle
... of mother earth

embraced
by the heaven of poetry