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