Feeling Heaven
I do not care if this is a dream
or if I am awake or not
I do not even care if I am not me
I am someone, and I am flying
I have wanted to do this for a long time
to my right I see a spirit guide
she is dressed in pink and lavender chiffon
I know her name is Maisie, although we do not speak
we are heading toward an orange and yellow burst
past it I spy a castle in the sky
is this death?
is that heaven?
I feel a sense of coming home
It matters not if it is real or not
For it feels real, and that is more than enough.
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