It was a brilliant move

to incarcerate me

in heaven

 

Looking outside my window

I see white clouds

drifting gently

 

The wheather is nice

People smile, say hello

wave goodbye

 

I sense eternal spring

bright greens, tender pinks

white lambs

 

I grind my teeth

at yet another smile

more daffodils

 

God, let me go,

Please, let me go

You’ve won

 

It was a brilliant move

to incarcerate me

in heaven