Heaven At Night

Heaven At Night short poem

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Got my southwest ticket and im off to the moon.
In search of the one that left earth to soon.
They told me she’s gone but not where she went.
So I tell them I’ll search till my energy’s spent.
They look at me strange and I don’t understand.
They say nana went off to an unreachable land.
What do you mean? where did she go?
Tell me now! Its important I know!
With a long heavy sigh and a scratch on the head
they tell me heaven’s the location of nana’s new bed.
Locked in my room with only the sound of weeping.
Growing so tired it turns into sleeping.
I wake the next morning smile on my face.
During my sleep I saw nana’s new place.
Seeing her again was a remarkable sight.
So let me ask you, have you ever been to heaven at night?

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Dismally sweet. Cadence fitting mood of the poem.


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