detail, Wheat Field With Cypresses
- Vincent Van Gogh, 1889
And if there is a heaven
would you recognize the place
would you know my new, blemishless face
would I know you without your stubborn streak
And if it's filled with singing
(they say it's filled with singing)
everyone brandishing a perfect high C
wouldn't you miss the harmony
and the occasional tang of dissonance
And if there is a heaven
every flaw smoothed to perfection
what would be the use of love
isn't love your favorite part of human
and if there is a heaven
if heaven is like heaven
if there is bliss
isn't it this: