when i think of heaven

i think of all the things
that touch the depths
of my being alive
i think of you by my side

when i think of heaven
i think of moss on trees
over water falling
down stairs of stone
to the depth of being alive
i think of you by my side

when i think of heaven
i see sun spackled
green grass
or waves rollling in
on grains of glass
the beginning of being alive
i think of you by my side

when i think of heaven
i see technicolor
and black and white
your ocean eyes
where deep inside
is the thrill of being alive
i think of you by my side

when i think of heaven