It Is Not A Dream. Poem by SY Wong ...

I am dreaming of spring
flowers, flowers, flowers
I am happy to see flowers
I went to sleep
and that night I dreamt of heaven
Nothing much was revealed
I saw two
two beings
two souls
hollow souls
not boy, not girl.
I saw a chariot
Maybe it's rim 's like copper
The atmosphere wasn't extreme
_slight bluish and dim
but very soothing.
You know that heaven blue
There's light
Soothing light
But not from the sun.
Neither is it is extreme.
This much I can tell.
It was a long time ago.
I didn't forget.