To see her eye lids risen,
brightness in her blue eyes
a glint that she knows.
Lids risen on bedraggled eyelash wings
so she is not elsewhere but here.
Corners of my mouth would lift.
It would be a heaven on earth
rather than this purgatory,
this wait not lifted.
Angels occupy upwards and devils
downwards. Perhaps heaven
Is six feet under and hell in the stars.