What Comes Out Of Heaven

Wings,
Feathers,
Flapping in
Chorus. We do
Not need drums for the
Euphoria screaming,
Angelic voices singing.
Purple sky and indigo rain
Golden slices of peace all around.
What comes out of heaven’s gate is perfect
Secrets are freed before they start to stink
Dreams are foretold but never old
Shadows are seen but never felt.
Love kisses with cold lips,
Soothing but silent.
Tempting but not
Yet ready,
Heaven
Waits.

Vera