• There is a dark era, one, that I do not recon.

    Where is the light that leads my way?

    Is it blocked by the darkness that surrounds me?

    I feel safe in the dark, hidden so nobody can see.

    Why must I walk into the light?

    Will it free me?

    Will it take my soul off the earth?

    Have I died; and need to walk toward the light to be saved?

    No, I am not dead; I am in slumber.

    I wake to a soft gentle touch on the cheek.

    My lover sitting next to me, rubbing his hands across my cheek and his fingers threw my hair.

    “Are you ok? You flat-lined just a second ago, I thought you were gone.”

    Wiping his tears away he fades.

    The machines read that my heart has stopped.

    The room goes dark and the sounds go silent as the light slips away.

    My very soul quietly leaves and rises to the heavens.

    I have died and left pain, my soul has risen and brought sorrow, but I am free, free to explore without limits.

    But life is no longer mine to keep, only memory of what my life used to be, do I have.