Heaven

Heaven

There there will be no more winter in our lives.
Summer will spring back to spring and spring
Click over to summer again.
And there will be no more night in our lives.
The sun will shine all the time,
We’ll have no need for lamps or candles. 
But wait, wait a minute, I don’t know that
I want to go to Heaven.
Seems sad to be where
There is no snow, are no stars.
I’d rather still do good but stay down here
In an old farmhouse on a winter night,
Lighting a few candles,
Blowing into my hands.