poetry by j matthew waters

where trumpets blare and angels sing

illusory winds swept me northwesterly
carrying me from one destination to the next
as if I had no idea where I would land
or how I could have possibly arrived there

gravity eluded me and I wondered
whether I was dead or alive
had I mysteriously grown my own wings
soaring on my own accord
or was I hitched to the back of some
wild and magical invisible creature

approaching the magnetic pole
flight patterns give way to controlled chaos
disappearing into mystical aurora
casting me back to where I once started

july two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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7 thoughts on “where trumpets blare and angels sing

  1. The aurora shines
    We are drawn to its glory
    The god spot of gold

  2. Shawna on said:

    This reminds me of The Neverending Story, and Harry Potter of course.

  3. Just stunning ❤️

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