Heaven

Heaven

To me, Heaven will always be above us, around us all. It’s a beautiful place, calm and exciting and full of beautiful pink sunsets. I’m sure it’s different for each of us, but to me, there will always be light music playing on a piano. The face on the stool is hazy though; clouds meander in front of it.
Let’s imagine for a moment that it is easy to visit. We could go every week, or even every evening to kiss the stars “good night”. Let’s say you and I standing side by side. Shall we hold hands just in case? Good…It’s reassuring. We’ll count to three, and we’re there! There’s no clumsy CRASH or BOOM – Heaven’s too perfect for that. Special effects just aren’t necessary.
Now we’re here, let’s take a look around. It reminds me of something…the fresh grass, the passionate sun dipping behind the gliding waves. It seems too perfect to be true, but you know it’s real. It has to be, so many people are there – somewhere. There’s a faint smell on the breeze. Not an overpowering scent, but a gentle waft of flowers. Strange how smells can remind you so vividly of one person. I’ll just stop for a moment and imagine that smell taking me in its arms and enveloping me in a hug. I’d ask if it was ok to stop, but it’s Heaven – we have all the time in the world. Literally, except we’re not quite in the world. At least not the one where time exists.
I’ve got your hand again, there’s no need to feel left out! It’s simply beautiful up here, as beautiful as you, almost. You’ll play-hit me for saying that, but it’s too perfect for me to care. So let’s go!
Feet thud resoundingly on the ground, taking us closer and closer. Around the fresh final bend and the sound suddenly becomes clearer. Chords jump smoothly from the keys, pedals and the reason we came here rests comfortably on the stool. I know she’d stop to fling her arms around us, but of course she’s playing. No, she’s seen us and she’s jumped to her feet, her tiny frame springing over to us and clutching tightly. I can’t help it; tears are blurring my eyes. It’s almost embarrassing – why should something so wonderful make me cry? Surely tear drops are banned in Heaven? It’s hard to see because I’m holding you both so close, but I bet you’re crying a bit too. The moment’s too like paradise not to be moved. We really are one step closer to paradise now.
I feel that in a few years when we’ve finished hugging I should say something, but what could be meaningful enough? I’m so glad to see you – incredibly mundane. I’ve missed you – understatement in the extreme. I love you? I do, so much, but you know that. And I think you mean it back. It doesn’t really matter, because I wouldn’t feel any different about you whatever the answer was.
All three of us are crying now; I can feel them dampening our embrace, but it doesn’t make it any less welcome. It’s nice if not surprising to know you feel exactly how I do. There’s so much to be said – to hear too. And I know we should say it before we’re parted again. But for now, let’s settle down, hands on keys, air in lungs, voices leaping from stomachs and sing to the gently blushing sunset. Finally singing together, in perfect harmony.