Many Mansions

I got lost on the road to Eldorado,
I turned upon the strangest road,
There dwelled many mansions,
The gateways swung open and free,
And there in every entrance way stood a heavenly angel.
Each reading various Authors, Hemingway, Shelly and the Bronte sisters.
Joyce, Byron and Keats.
Milton, Tartt and Moliere.

And all the while laughter was in the air.
And all the while hospitality was in every garden.
And all the while, without notice, an angel held my hand whispering in my ear.
"The road to Eldorado will never be found, the road you seek is the road with many mansions".

I woke from my dream.