Hereafter

There will be

sunsets at all hours

and dawns on command

the heady scent of moonflowers

There will be songsanddancesandlaughter and

but dreamlessness

There will be

clouds to tread on

and rainbowcoloured sands

the moon to rest your feet on

There will be beautyandwisdomandpeace and

but dreamlessness

There will be

the milky way for a bed

and constellations for nightstands

aurora borealis but a pillow for your head

There will be sunshineandrosesandgoodwine and

but dreamlessness

There will be

leftovers for the dog

and sighs of satisfaction

blankets of autumn fog

There will be picnicsanddaysatthebeachandwalksintheforest and

but dreamlessness

If I do get a place in Heaven

I ask but to be given

the gentle cloak of night

for needles shards of starlight

and enough thread to weave a dream