Over The Heavens Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A Christmas tree in a living room,
A maiden lost in a forest—
Words spoken from the top of an empty heaven
Having to call down to an overflowing living
Room—
The joys of a life castaway—
Waves that beckon to the ill-wrought highways,
To the lucrative misspellings of
Disney World and all of her rides-
I still keep the decorations of your gods up
In my house,
But now the moon is empty—the airplanes having
Flown over the heavens.