Musings by The Poet Loriet
Heaven
Oh, you can't get to Heaven
in a limousine,
no matter if the sky
is blue or green.
If you can't get to Heaven,
Chillicothe's half-way there,
just a pause on the landing
of the cloud-covered stairs.
Your Illinois heaven awaits
just an embrace away.
My wings are soft and warm,
ready for you to come play.
So walk, run, skip, hop~
to reach your destination,
because I need you in my arms--
and out of my imagination.
Lori Beal
in a limousine,
no matter if the sky
is blue or green.
If you can't get to Heaven,
Chillicothe's half-way there,
just a pause on the landing
of the cloud-covered stairs.
Your Illinois heaven awaits
just an embrace away.
My wings are soft and warm,
ready for you to come play.
So walk, run, skip, hop~
to reach your destination,
because I need you in my arms--
and out of my imagination.
Lori Beal
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