You're welcome in heaven
said the sweet voice that we heard somewhere wandering in the
not so nearby distance, as we felt
just like a welcomed house martin nestling at halt,
in the splendor of an early spring, when the living hours,
which turned out to be only a collection of at least fifty-nine plus one or even more minutes made the bright day into what a man or a woman does commit to be a perishable day, with nevertheless nothing worth mentioning in the footsteps of the leaping time,
although sometimes what we miss dearly can in fact be the same as what we already have,
even if we don't really realize it, as it's even only when this reality becomes a thing of the past that we seriously do miss and miss,  as if it concerns a who or a what that disappeared in this life, in this hated and even beloved existence that perhaps turns out to be a circle (vicious or not)
but we're once in a while grateful for the time given to us, as thanks is perhaps more than a feeling or even more than a six-letter word that seals the importance of a progress
that tells us how we in fact of the manner really seem to feel today, before time murders us with a cardboard sword when we go to meet Mister God
to then try to complete what the complexity of life
has perhaps completed when it does **** us in such a good way that it can only makes us feel a little more than just alive but when we say forever goodbye to the moon, the soundtrack of our lifes seems to have been nothing more or less than a soft and divine headphone song from the Above,
as that's yet,  maybe another halt at rest
that only shows us that life is just a pea- brained test
as the house martin is humming, now : "East, West,
home is the only best"...