Heaven Cannot Poem by Naveed Akram

Heaven cannot use its arms to partly undo
My maiden, or comprise loyal subjects.
Heaven shall hope to praise me with decisions,
Mocking a fluid moment with solidity that encased pride.
Honey warred down valleys, flowers reached
For the pillars, as walking uttered words like the snow.
A teasing moment became my afternoon,
Cut by the outrageous witches of the east and west.
Sparkling and glittering in the sunrise,
I laughed to my maiden, I lost my limbs,
And entrance was banned due to colossal queues.
A gate beamed on the manned bridges,
Galactic avenues pierced the crossing.
The incredulous words bespoke and believed
From historians, the occupations of degrees
And laughter, of merriment and disease.