Poem: Where Heaven Can Be Found


In the silent hours
No matter where I am
Alone or together, I smile to myself

In the prairie flatness
Golden sun setting
Green grass flowing

In mountains silent
Snow-filled and pines
The sound of nothing

In the big cities
Down the colorful alleys
The drone of a metropolis is music

In my little city
My rust-belt wonderland
There isn’t always gray

In your eyes
When I look at you
And nothing is hidden

All is the same
No matter where I go
Buildings, houses, cars and people
The sidewalks already wait for me
To discover and explore
The skies are big and beckoning
The sun sets, the stars come out
Then, I dream

Heaven is everywhere I look.

©2014 James Takeo

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