Day 3: Recollections

Today I stood before a door

That was not a door.

Really, because I did not go thru it.

It came to me.

And whisked me away on cosmic wings

To the height of a veritable ecstasy.

In my soulful fantasy

The clouds became portals to paradise

And the sky's all-blue were heaven's sacred eyes.

I mused the awesome wonder;

What does heaven see

When it beholds a speck of dust like me?

The fiery ball of the sun was nowhere found

But by its radiance the vision was awe-bound.

Could it be the esoteric

In leisure, visits the base and earthly?

Akpan