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I Was There the Day that Heaven Was Born

by Steven Craig



I was there the day that Heaven was born
The darkness seemed to seep away
When the time was close to my hand
I took the flame and ran

I was there the day that Heaven cried out
I was there making the motion known to souls
Quietly hiding deep within my shadow
I reached the portion of my life’s first question

I was there the day that Heaven first stood out
Making motions in the sky
Being seen as for the first time
One to travel and grasp my sky

I was there the day that Heaven first reached out
I was the one that held the hand
Fingers clinging to that of my skin
Never fearing to loose my touch

I was there the day that Heaven first smiled
I was the one that took the mark
Standing in the shrine of a moments blessing
Knowing love was free to sing

I was there the day that Heaven first ran away screaming
Making the distance to thought much too long
Traveling past the bodies torment
Being in the mind the place that souls belong

I was there the day that Heaven saw me
A stranger where once a love once stood
Fearing a path that turned away now distant
Bearing north, to the wastelands of long sad song

I was there the day that Heaven faltered
Breaking in pieces ripe with rot
Falling from a ledge near the mountain top
Making no splash, no flame, no cratered ruin

I was there the day that Heaven vanished
Along I stood with pause in step
Mouth dry from saying a word that was repeated
Stopped by a word said only once.

I was there the day that Heaven died
Parting the hold that had always shaped me
I left the place a colder person
Became the shadow of which I now belong.

I was there the day that Heaven was born
I was there the day that Heaven died
The only difference in the flash between
Was my breath, my tear, a sweeter song.


07/23/2010

Posted on 07/24/2010
Copyright © 2020 Steven Craig

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