'Heaven' Poem by kizza michael

'Heaven'

'Heaven'
long I thought it was the sky
Is but a myth of me;
And am again confused, at night,

l look wide round the World
while settling my hopes;
As i sing Ave Mary because i know what she did...like that
Upon her Ignorance.

The skies, when the Sun is shining;
The Triumph of the Birds
When they together Victory that the heavens are open;
Some Carnivals of Clouds persist to make heavens cry;

The Rapture of a finished Day we call rain;
Returning to the West as floods;
All these show that heaven is the sky; remind us of the place
That Men call 'up'

Itself be fairer then what we imagine; we suppose....
But how Ourself, shall be, when we stand
Adorned, for a Superior Grace which is the skies
Not yet, our eyes can see the real heavens,
but we love our thoughts imaginations.
heavens 'up' or 'skies'?