Up On Heaven's Door Poem by Boyan Deam

What can one have given....that has forsaken all that's driven. All the life that spells us all, to the round about....on heaven's door. And through separate, but loving still, these shadows glow.......they burn on Evil Hill, ..... become my home becomes my death.....from where life arises... it's all that's left. My I's have seen a different land....a place where man alone can reach his hand.....and bring out treasure of the greatest measure......bring out pain that somehow remains. As the gift........the priceless lift from another measure........where no pleasure lies.....no one remains.. so glued to stone.....around to no man......no one's home. Forsaken all that's driven......is the only thing that one is giving. The spell of life in us is all, that heaven doubtedly has a door.