Notes

It’s a Long Way to Heaven.

The yellowing sun sinks into the dark blue sky

A corn blows gently in the breeze.

The chimes of the church bell dilute the evening birdsong.

A dead corpse lies limp against an Ash tree.

Evening memories linger.

An old man on his way, takes the wrong road.

It’s a long way to heaven.

The leaden Sky turns to silver

An Ash tree whispers in fear

Golden listless moon

Birds gather on bare branches prepare their even song like angels in silhouette

Soft verges caress the Silence.

Within four walls where the darkness is deepest

Body pressed against the surface. I hear the song of a black bird, perhaps an angel.

Somewhere are voices or curses. The same four walls in mingled shade, leaden sea sunken below the yellowed sunlight.

Still within the same four walls but no longer floating only sinking.

Raised above gravities unremitting force towards ochre skies.

A Golden Angel chokes.

In the water he chokes so now only his shadow, the bond that ties us to the earth a black ghost reveals death within us.

Black Sun melts away the silver leaded sky.

Angels in white.

Birds feed on the lifeless remains of an old man.

He leans against an Ash tree having given up the ghost.

Torrents of tears washing away the dust and grim.

A young woman dances to the sound of birds while the ash of summer flowers blows in the breeze and fires ascend from hell below.

It’s a long way to heaven.

Oh Cherubin, Oh Cherubin who draws the short straw

Flaming sword in hand

Ascends above the gates of Eden.

Iron rod

Wanderer.

The night darkens to blue, ash grey after the fire.

The trees whisper below and the Serpent slithers.

God doesn’t visit anymore. Cherubim the lonely visitor.

It’s a long way to heaven.

2026.