Heaven Is Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

IAM
with you.
How, you ask?
Consequently true
this is to you, and too
within an imaginations rue.
And I know so very much about
what is inside of you. The different
worlds you visit, the doorways you
‘kick it' in… that part of you that is
breaking; your friend's unspoken
sin… then again what exactly is sin?
That is correct. You have an idea of
what this means to you and every
other body within and upon this
earth… sin was done away with
not so long ago… if you clock by
‘universal time'… ‘that death'
made sin moot… enough said!
Sin sealed… humanity was healed
and notified of what needed to be done
to remain as one species; alive and thriving.
However, things continued to stay out of
that ‘hand; ' the one holding ‘that sward'!
Imagine that thing swing round and chopping
off your grinning head? Coming soon, to all
theaters near you! Then, you reach out and
touch my hand… instantaneous joyfulness!
Twilight sparkling, eyes rolling up and iris'
disappeared! Everywhere everyone, is
"blinded by that light"! And you shed
one lone tear… and time moves on.
Nothing but smiles and cheer from
here on in… you, with your slender
long legs wrapped around my waist
sight blinded eyes staring up at my face
opened mouth lips in that pout wanting
what it is that your soul is shouting about
and silently you mount that which is heaven
as you think and dream that; heaven is…