~My Heaven~

I've been painting my stairway to heaven
sky blue, I've creamed it with clouds.
When I travel the steps, each one reached
whispers, my thoughts aloud.

Soon I will be there, my heaven
where my dreams are  fabric made.
Sewn with loving and pieced with hands
gifted and tagged, of my trade.

There are Santa's and bunnies, and bears to fill,
a crusade of snowmen in dress.
There are houses for birds and dolls prettied up,
and piles and piles, to assess.

Created unfinished, they're watching for me
the one who born them to wait.
The time's now right, I am reaching for stars,
as I climb to my heaven's gate.

I will touch them and coddle, add finishing blend,
then kiss them to journey to you
to share in delight of creations handmade,
all packaged from heavens of blue.

"I am back", to myself I am talking again
and feeling the missing of me.
It won't be long, I can tell deep inside,
I'm climbing, I'm reaching 'til "free".  

Happiness rests in my heaven of stairs.
I'm counting each step as I rise
to the top of the clouds, I am floating this day
I see promise from hazel viewed eyes.

~Wynter

* I own a craft business that I abandoned
when my life fell apart...and it's been waiting
for the right time for me to return  
Today I have been painting my path to it.

"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II

[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (edited 04-16-2001).]

Kathleen Blake

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee

Live for love. Without love, you don't live.

Wynter, my friend~
I'll have one bird house and one prissy Victorian bear, please !

You CAN and WILL do it, gal ~
I'll be watching the mail !
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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