Shabir Ahmad writes

 SONNET

Shall I put on the gossamer wings of mine

And fly across cold mountains of reason

That keep away from me that valley fine

Where time ripens into such sweet season

That each moment is a seductive fruit

Promising taste of uncharted desires

That'd all senses to slavery recruit

And stoke passions to such unruly fires

Which'd melt down the artificial heaven

And raise up, stone after diligent stone

A new temple for the Empyrean;

Forge a new stairway to the vast unknown?

Or should I call back horses to their stalls;

Content - nothing exists beyond these walls?
 
 Heaven -- Akiane Kramarik