Heaven in Dreams

We will visit you; we will sleep in. You
tell us our stay shall be comfortable;
to our liking, to yours.

But will your trumpet voice welcome us?
Will we tremble at it?
Will clouds be too thin to sit on?

Will the walls be made of jasper
and chrysolite? Will your chair
be encircled by a rainbow, thunder

and lightning? Will everything come
in sevens? The stars, seals and plagues?
Will the angels be covered in eyes?

Will that scare me, as it does now in dreams?

"The Kiss of an Impending Storm" Photograph by Bella Dante