Man with the Keys -- a Write for the Sunday Muse

On my way 

I'm flying my way to eternity

God furnished this silver beast of the sea 

I'm passing over where I had used to live 

Now high in the sky not allowed to dive 

That means there really is no turning back 

Peered into my tube those behind I see 

Distant relatives not waving at me 

They've decided to stay and not to go 

Another winter stay--play in the snow 

Fearful and masked for them it's too late now 

Some are trying to come up anyhow 

Their future I don't know--for sure they'll bow 

They've waded in the pond to have a dip 

Saw sister doing--saw sense not a bit 

Friend Peter at the door--he has the key 

Others struggling like scare crows they can't move 

Stuck in the ground to ride their earthly poles 

Wings won't fly that way--only to the east  

Their need like sister's silver flying beast 

Stuck tied to the ground will never get loose 

Comes the new dawn skyscrapers turn to trees 

The forest gives those with a light the creeps 

Worms are scurrying underground to hide 

Wait until dawn try the problem to find 

Darkness--Moon, Sun, and shining light go out 

All doors are locked there's no way to go up 

Masses crowd into the hall--push and shove 

Safety inside? This isn't really right 

Outside there seems to be no help or light 

Friend Peter minds the door--he has the key 

Tombstones fallen and graves to fill 

Emptied by beasts--they've silver wings and gills 

We're going to Peter, man with the keys 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Pictures and Photo furnished by Carrie Van Horn for our inspiration at the Sunday Muse #247,  

     https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/02/sunday-muse-247.html 

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