Dear Heaven

Dear Heaven Just writing you a letter. I’m being sincere. Life is lonely down here sometimes. Everyone Is hibernating. No one understands me. Show me the way. Am I a poet? I’m trying to walk the narrow road. Sometimes there's no rain, my thoughts are in a drought. Can’t wait to go home,heavenly sky with no doubt. Clouds will carry me with poetry. I ponder what Heaven would be like. A small house with a small room so I can write. All have to wait a little longer. One day I will pass on. With a beautiful song. (Flowers, by Helen Jane Long) Show me the way. We will meet through the radiant horizon. With many colors someday.