Heaven

Sometimes I wonder,
What heaven's like...
Is it bright and airy?
A startling light?

Is it in the clouds?
Or in the stars?
In the sky?
Or in someone's yard?

I like to think,
That it's somewhere near.
Somewhere nice,
And with no fear.

I like to think,
That the one I loved,
Have found their heaven,
Somewhere above...