Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Eyes Open Wide

When I arrive at my own door,
He’ll hold my hand and offer me
the bristling ocean in a crystal goblet,
a mixture of fire and water,
pomegranate blossoms, and cosmic light,
spiral fragments glistening.

Such divine sensation!
And my eyes will open wide.

A strange wind will pry my image
on time’s screen to show how
who -I loved or loved not-
can unite without titles, without faces,
for my life to restyle in retro
and galaxies to accept my recklessness.

Now, everyone will know where I stand,
and my eyes will open wide.

Then, a dolphin will play the violin to a shark
--breakthrough music, and jazz--
and the new voice I recognize as my own
will flow into lines without words,
and pages of poetry will penetrate inside
our collective mind.

No more waking up feeling empty,
and my eyes will open wide.

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Prompt: Your idea of heaven