A Dream Of Paradise Poem by Juan Olivarez

I had a dream,
That I had died.
And a hundred mockingbirds,
Came from on high,
And carried me, up to the clear blue skies.

They flew me then,
On to paradise.
The mockingbirds began to sing.
And out flew a million butterflies,
So much wonder passed before my eyes.

A peaceful feeling,
Was in my soul.
Fruit trees and flowers all around.
The streets were beautiful, made of gold,
There was only warmth, no more cold.

And I was happy,
There in paradise.
But the mockingbirds singing,
Made me open my eyes.
So I looked out my window, and smiled at the skies.