"Heaven" Would Be Here

My one change is both so much more believable, yet far more idealistic, than anything could be,

Not world peace, food for all, a lack of all hatred, or a total alleviation of crime or poverty,

Yet, I suppose you could say, my change of one thing would eliminate all of those in its wake,

Within the advent of a brave new world, where no longer is there the trauma of time ticking

ever on, and on, to break.

I would take on divine status as I challenged the laws of the gods themselves, for better

or for worse; prepared, for the sake of all the people on Earth, to bear alone, their wrathful curse,

And take, the border, between the breathing and the serenely sleeping, and erase it with this pen

so sure, in its resolve; that matches mine, as with a few simple strokes of graphite on parchment

all the world's sorrows, I would solve.

I would forever open the path to the undiscovered country that so many travelers long to see,

Not through perishing, but through prospering, so that all of mankind could do the same; with this

Poetry, so compelling me, to bridge the precipice between Life and Death, blocking that way

that even Shakespeare himself did dream of through Hamlet's lips; longing, within that world

to stay.

No longer would there be a need for gravestones, as skeletons regained their flesh and blood of old

and started, in time with the ticking time lost for all, to dance; free, at last, their loves, to hold

Once more, the victims of all those unpleasant concepts such as hunger, hatred, and hollow pain

in every form, reunited; with but everything they sacrificed to the clutches of that country

and everything, they never had, to gain.

Granted, I am no goddess; no deity nor figure even slightly divine in the slightest of sense,

Yet, if I could have my way with this world, just for a day; this, surely, what I would change,

By my ultimate and binding decree, the place known as "Heaven" to mortals would be Here,

Here; where, at long, long last, all forms and even figments of sorrow suffering and sadness, would

peacefully, perish away; and into bliss, rearrange.