A Trip To Heaven

Sitting working in my private room a grandfather clock ticks and tocks so very loudly, Like a metronome tuned into my mind my eyes become heavy my lids slowly begin to close, My mind drifts into very dark places, jet black places with a tiny white dot way off, I walk towards the dot and after miles and miles it started to grow so much brighter. Looking behind to see where I started there was nothing just the darkest of dark black, I have no choice but to keep on walking towards the white dot now confused and scared, After hours and hours I reach the dot but it is not a dot now it is a new bright world, There were green fields greener than I have ever seen the trees had heavy velvet leaves. People walked towards me they were smiling they were happy I wanted to shake their hands, But they hugged me and held me and talked so kindly my troubles and worries disappeared, Young children skipping, my new friends laughing it seemed I had known them all my life, Being with these people was pure happiness we walked up to a white mansion we went inside. A beautiful girl came running out to meet us she stood in front of me and gave me a rose, It was the reddest rose I have ever seen it was frosted and gilded and drops of dew fell, A man with grey hair and a white suit sat by a piano and began to play the sweetest tune, I leaned on it's shiny surface and could feel the beat of soft hammers on wire, pure music. All smiled and clapped when this maestro had finished my friends giggled as they saw my joy, They asked lovely questions nice questions I enjoyed answering as they made me feel good, We got up and began to walk back to the place where I had first met my wonderful friends, We talked we laughed everything was about nice things I could feel the smile on my face. Then the man with grey hair and the white suit said it was time that I made my way home, Still smiling I desperately wanted to stay forever he saw this and said to have patience, They stood in line by the entrance each person hugged and kissed me tears ran down my face, The next thing I knew I was in my private room the grandfather clock still going tick tock. I thought about my wonderful dream those wonderful people and still felt very warm inside, It was all so very real and was very disappointed knowing it was just a lovely sweet dream, Those people in that beautiful garden blessed with such loveliness they seemed so very real, Standing up and stretching I saw something by the door it was a beautiful rose frosted and dewy, It was the reddest rose I have ever seen.