Heaven's Door
In the foreign place of dreams
We sometimes dream of things obscene
Monsters, both ugly and obtuse
Nightmares that we can't deduce
I dreamt about a leafy wood
Where mist swirled around me as I stood
And rubbed my eyes so I could see
The Spectre that was standing in front of me
The woodland was silent and still
As mist surrounded dale and hill
A man perhaps, I'm not sure
Clothed in a gown that swept the floor
Suddenly all was calm
There was no cause for alarm
I felt full of love in this peaceful scene
In this wondrous wood where I've never been
Or seen before
It felt like I was at Heaven's door
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