To Build A Heaven

  ‘Let the world burn through you,
   throw the prism light, white hot, on paper’          
 
                - Ray Bradbury
 
How do I burn to become new,
take me to that place.
 
How do I find the words to describe
what cannot be erased.
 
In this here world or on some other,
landing on its turf,
 
Scattering seeds of enchantment in collective minds,
I let the light spill forth.
 
I dreamed of a heaven I would create  
to write of on an empty page,
 
And pages flipped and flew about ‘till
nothing else around me had worth.
 
My heaven in the stars was born as
I reached the zenith of my life’s work.
 
By night, I dreamed myself there  
becoming one with the sky’s girth.
 
All I lived, all I saw became what I would write,
and only this, and only here,  
speckled upon an endless night.
 
A brilliant flash of miracle came
from this tormented heart.
 
It must have lived so grandly to
have become so smart.
 
Born anew it ever grew
the humble heart became,
 
an epic story told across
a lifetime of lights refrain.
 
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