She asked me of heaven
knowing..my answer might surprise
Its right here, right now
Heaven is perfection..pure and simple
no highs, no lows..the same
'Its really very drab'
I decreed that I believed that beyond measure
Now is time..your time
to think
'To be'
Its a symphony here-
the great congress
of chance
ask me where I like to be
ask those whom have no life
where heaven is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem