At the Gates
Knocking into a golden gate
A familiar face approaches
Staring and observing my fate
And it's tough for me to process
They let me in past the doorway
A thinness in the air embrace
The vision seems a bit starry
Wandering in this solemn place
Walking past in the grandeur hall
A hand guides me through a stoa
Marching with my hand on the wall
Snuffling scent of lush aroma
Reaching the end of the journey
A man queries with supple voice
Asking if I am that worthy
I responded yes with rejoice
With the increasing shriek of rooks
He patted me and confided
You are not written in the books
Then swiftly woke up alighted
Describe heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
August 30,2018
Copyright © Jonathan Medida | Year Posted 2018
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