Waiting on Heaven’s promises
Compromises our compassion.
Streams twine in dark synthesis
And come undone in a fashion
Like a river’s slow buckling reflects
Broken clouds across a changing sky.
The mutable watery aspects
Of wondering why.
… so comb your blonde hair,
Shine your blue eyes,
Hold back the edges of your gowns
You’ll get to paradise yet
Even if you have to chase it across the firmament
Only to find heaven is, as all things are, impermanent.