Startled at waking beneath a gold gilded tree.
Thoughts quickly ventured through my mind, magic?
As wonderment asked, “Where on earth could I be?”
Intelligence knew a gold tree held no logic.
Rainbows and leprechauns pass through children's dreams.
Was I awake? Where was my reality?
Altogether lost in fantasy far away?
Yes, that must be it, a nervous breakdown.
Totally prepared to call my shrink, I shrieked!
Over the rise, I saw figures dressed in white…redeemed!
They came gliding through the clouds, oh, mental help!
Heaven had descended or so it to me seemed.
Exceptionally weird was their sight amid stars.
Spacemen dressed in white smiled and cheered.
Tomorrow we shall relate your eternal fate.
And you shall know all about the gold gilded tree.
Remember all those stories about evolution.
Surprise! The stairway to the stars goes through Mars.
© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: STAIRWAY TO THE STARS
Sponsor: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.