Celestialy,
soaring high to clouds above.
Always is the dream.
Friendly eyes greet me,
as I arrive on wings.
Certainly grand!
Seraphims stand guard
holding their sapphire spears,
wearing turquoise robes.
A silver dancer
takes me to my position.
Surrounded by hope.
Venus, Mercury,
names said so casually
in the open ari.
A diamond palace,
atop the heavenly hill,
awaits my return.
But why is it so,
as I near those golden gates,
I simply wake up?
Leaving to wonder,
why it is I have returned,
from peaceful slumber.
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