Heaven
You are the place where my own life stretches before me
A comforting expanse
Filled with the joy of things I love
An open book
A glimpse of sunlight’s rays glinting through slatted louvres
A bowl of cereal with the desert spoon lying all akimber
In the silence of you
Heaven
There is no disparaging voice
Making endless judgements
Of what has or does not have value
Instead you are the gaze
That is benevolent
And just sees the beauty in everything
That does not judge it as a mess
In your wisdom
You sense the gift of creativity
That lives hidden deep inside the chaos
And you free me from the prison of the maniacal past
Tortured splinters of a repressive way of being
That lodge with all the weight of iron filings in my chest
Hell you are the place of torment
Where I cannot breathe
Strangled by the critic and his straitjacket
Heaven you are the place I long to live
Surrendered liberated and finally freed
From his endless ongoing
Cacophony
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Powerful and profound. Good job!
Thank you….
My pleasure!
Beautiful! xo I love! xo
Aww thanks so very very much, lovely….