Monday, June 29, 2009

Finding Heaven

The
Heaven
feels so real
in my weathered hands
like dust, like fire, like rain
a crushing gravity of fulfillment
I am cherished!
I am cherished!
For I've inched
brink of damned
and I was once
perished
in
falling

through

the

depth

of

sins

and crushed onto the
cold marred ground
paralleled with horizon
driven by day and night
sculptured by art of time
yet at times I still went on
for the roads split into many
and many lead to one only
in this direction.