Separation And Heaven Poem by Frank Witte

Separation can be measured to a certain degree
by the total number of humans between you and me.
And as sociologists say this is hardly more than seven
it seems just a short path that leads straight to heaven.

Separation can be found with sufficient persistence
in the heartfelt willingness to cover that distance.
And as a determined man can walk over land and sea
it makes you wonder just how far away heaven could be.

Separation can be expressed within a solid range
by the supply and demand of personal change.
But the more things change the more they stay the same
so the stocks of heaven submit to the economics of blame.

Separation can be felt for an interval of time
in the heart of a man whose love was deemed sub-prime.
And there is no loan nor mortgage whose interestrate
allows the purchase of heaven from a lonely fate.

Seperation can be seen as a reflection in a pair of eyes
by a mindful observer aware of life's intrepid lies.
And even at a distance that is less than a kiss
you may fail to find heaven in a final analysis.

Separation can be defined as a lack of proximity
subjected to the tidal forces of human gravity.
In the freely falling frame of love gone astray
the clue towards heaven is redshifted away.

Loving endurance, bridging the gap
True perseverance, just step by step
Two sharing for one, leaves no one behind
One dream for two, a trust underlined

A truth in four hands, play different keys
A song makes amends, softens certainties
There's a road ahead, histories have passed
And love left unfed, may blossom at last.

Seperation can be overcome to an apropriate extent
with open eyes reaching out a hopefilled hand.
Like the heat of a day that is sound at noon,
and the summit of a life's year found in June,
Honest trial and error for a month or seven
may at last find our feet a pathway to heaven.