A door to heaven

A door to heaven
Between here and Eden

To be endured
A fabric of feathers

Stitched in the ebb
And flow of existence

Standing in the near distance
Features blurred and indistinct

A silent melody audible
Cascading showers of despair

Sounding like Hemmingway glamour
Purging every bitterness earnestly

Hope tempered by impatience
Growing where it is hopeless

Acquiesced to the impractical
Strange permanence like the smell of breakfast

Idle distraction a brain tease
Children of the moon

Disappointment mingled by a pressured rage
Drains as the they look up in uncertainty