What's A Heaven For Poem by ari' anna arena

'Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp-
or what's a heaven for? '
-Robert Browning


This life
is all
in my hands
It's where I held
dreams desires
Too many mysteries
Losses lives loves
Where I've held words
like broken heaven heart
Lifted up every moment
like a feather or cloud

These hands
once opened
themselves
into yours
Entered
your fingers
one by one
Embraced
each one
as though
unfolding
heaven


I still reach
for you
in the night
My hands
empty
But I keep
dreaming

Or what's a heaven for