Heaven IV (dropping prose)

Heaven rises beyond words,
rides upon a silent, shifting cloud. Imperceptible,
but true.

Heaven speaks its own language,
a longing and a hope--
perfect consummation.

Heaven pushes the envelope;
You can't write it to your loved ones--
it doesn't cooperate,
plays by its own rules.

Heaven never forgets.
It cannot be forgotten;
not a memory, not a dream.