On Entering Heaven Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

I ventured out among crystals,
Invisible to all but God.
Passing through thoughts neither prosaic nor odd,
But feeling every good emotion,
I traversed beyond the sea of stars,
Beyond the firmament’s fantastic ocean.
I ascended beyond the russets of Mars,
Beyond the gilded rings of Saturn,
Above the coveted curve of space,
I gazed down upon the innumerable beams,
And their roving planets
Which seemed as small as stones
Glistening in streams
To my widely enlightened eyes.
I met flowers in bowers among a wreath of musical sighs.
I met Saints and angels, one by one,
In a new, incredible diamond sun.
I heard harpsichords play
In the amber light of their melodic sway,
And I took delight reclining in the furrows of gilded hay,
In those wavering dales of boundless day.
I rejoiced to see a cloister filled
With blooms of summer over-brimming
With every hue of the dreamer swimming
Through every petal, swaying yet stilled,
In a photograph of becoming
Which became.
And I found my queen by the laughing, white brook
Where she told me her beatific name,
And I undertook
Loving. And I loved her just the same
As I did upon the earth.
And in her gleaming gaze’s birth
She sang to me
A soft, delicious melody
Which flowed from the mountains
To the courtyard and its slender, white fountains
As the carriage of The King came to take us away
Into a higher, brighter light
Devoid of stars, devoid of night,
Of purity, bliss- and eternal day.