Death's Window On this new morning, in the window's light, I see death as a long journeyed flight. A journey through space, a journey through time, Where any soul I take, is now a soul that is mine. I see a light in the distance, I move towards it with more persistence, As it becomes closer I feel no hate, I just float slowly, through Heaven's gate. I am now in a bliss, I don't feel a thing, As the light becomes closer a voice begins to sing. It floats swiftly toward me, in a sweet, soft whisper, It sounds so sweet to the ears of the listener. The music slowly stops, so close is the light, I feel I must continue, on my long journeyed flight. I am still in a trance, in this state of bliss, But suddenly I awake, to a soft, sweet kiss. An angel giggled and ran, expecting me to chase His transparent body, to an unknown place. After him I followed, into a ball of light, I knew then, that this was the end of my flight. Marcy Ann Eiben Copyright ©2008 Marcy Ann Eiben |
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