J Ann Crowder

Upon her mossy bed she sleeps, spelled by her antiquated dreams
 
Many a night’s deep slumber her lungs, now weary, have risen and fallen on a blackness of sacred air
 
A mellifluous drum ever beats to her life’s melodies—now, soothing like spindled shafts of sun’s golden hue
 
Within her dream’s final beating song she gazes out from an old pane window, paint chipped, fixated on the white blossoming crown of of an old almond tree
 
Her own white silky head flourishingly glows, in like fashion, within a moonlit room
 
A magnificent blue moon lays restfully painted upon an eternal horizon
 
Angels of burning bronze and blazing eyes distantly march
 
Skies whistle a peaceful salute as stars wishfully beckon her home
 
Her skin, kissed by ageless sunrises, tells her story—each gentle line exemplifying years forged in a journey’s battlefield
 
Soon, she heaves earthy winds no more as she departs from her last dusk—like wrinkled, fire ignited leaves departing from branches of cedar
 
Alas, she bids farewell to her final zenith
 
Arriving Angels swiftly catch her drifting spirit, flying her to God’s ceaseless throngs
 
Now, she resides within heaven’s eternal cosmos of Milky Way
 
Betimes, she soars upon those wishful shooting stars, silently watching other dreamers magically dreaming on many days of eventide

Written February 8th, 2017. On age, life and death. I'd like to go peacefully like this, with angels marching to take me home.

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Nelson D Reyes
about 3 years

At last her dream, her sweet long standing dream to be in heaven - forever be in eternal peace has come true. Her "journey through the battlefield of earthy life" was not in vain, with the angels and the saints (stars) no less go marching in with her. How I wish the angels be there and close my eyes for me when the stars call.
Breathtaking images! Thank you Jenifer. Love.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 3 years

Thank you! I hope this is how we all go.

Barb Clarke
about 3 years

What a way to go, let us hope it is this way!

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 3 years

Hello Barb! I surely hope it is like this for ALL of us. Its more or less my vision for all my loved ones. I thought of my grandmother when I wrote this.

Robert L. Martin
about 3 years

I believe that God is too kind to make our afterdeath a living hell, especially for you. A great poet such as you.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 3 years

Thank you!

Robert L. Martin
about 3 years

I believe that God is too kind to make our afterdeath a living hell, especially for you. A great poet such as you.

Vic
about 3 years

What a great way to go! Great poem!

As usual, amazingly unique words. My vocabulary expands when I read your poems.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 3 years

Thank you!

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