heaven

as he-Matthais-lay

lay quietly

restlessly

waiting

waiting for death

he wondered

what heaven would be like.

/

Then he lay still

and tried,

tried to think

of younger days

days gone past

of what he-Matthais-

wanted

heaven to be like.

/

then it

came.

it came.

/

that with which

cliches

describe as

"life... flashing...

before... me... "

/

flashing.

/

No.

that feeling of it all

coming full circle

of it all

making sense.

/

Then he-Matthais-he,

in the soft darkness

smelt first

smelt first the sweetness

of freshly-cut grass.

/

and felt its dewey blades

tickle his bare feet.

/

felt them, them, behind him

gazing at him

full of love.

still there

still in his bed

dying.

/

but oh, so wondrous

oh, so everywhere.

it was everything he wanted

everything he had dreamt

indeed, it was a dream

for each man dreams his own heaven.

/

it stretched

stretched

into God

into eternity.