At my desolate world I peered
yearning for a taste of what
true happiness, on the other side lay.
As I may, I created such beauty
now yearning only for a nap
on a blanket in my garden
I lay looking at the sky
soon to be lulled gently into
a peaceful oblivion as the
chirping and flowers swaying
all but barely audible.
My hands the golden husks
between my fingers feel
swaying to no wind nor command
only to their whimsical nature
Am I in Wonderland?
In this Garden, everything is
infused with a golden hue
a warmth and love that radiates
from the ground up and up
fields, upon fields of wheat sway
not being able to see my toes beneath
I wonder forward aimlessly
only my feet knowing the way.
Purple on the horizon,
a tree I walk towards with
the roots magically a stool to carve
looks inviting as I walk faster forward
Another head barely visible
from the opposite side approaches
to rest as we wait for: I don’t know
so does the numbers grow.
I watch as the Warmth gathers
from the earth, the golden wheat
to behold with glee, It’s Eden I’m in
the Broken, the Down-Trodden, the
Faithful all gather as the Warmth beckons.
Confused as my legs remain inert
feeling myself in humanity’s form: Unworthy
as a Child approaches, scared on both hands
and whispers ‘It’s not your time’
holding my hands a little while longer.
With a smile, I awake, understanding
that my state of contentment felt
at that moment before I slept,
felt like Heaven.