missing

i miss the icy chill of the eastern winds doing the foxtrot on the apples of my cheeks while i gazed heaven-bound with eyes the size of the moon itself

the so-black-it-looks-blue sky shot through with silver milk and peppered with stars

stretching in an un-fathomable expanse

our universe is never ending

to us at least

constantly expanding

i remember my five year old mind wondering

if beyond the universe is heaven

and my five year old ears listening to my grandmother telling me the love story of the sun and the moon

i wonder why our skyscrapers like to block out heaven

what are we hiding from?