When I say I have been close, this is what I thought was a dream but turned into something more real.
The Other Side
Slowly, ever so slowly I opened my eyes,
All I could see was mist,
Swirling and blowing in an unfelt breeze.
Bright light makes it difficult to see,
At first I thought it was quiet,
But in the distance I could hear voices.
Nothing to identify, just that low murmur
When you know someone is close,
But you don't know who it is.
I felt nothing,
No pain, no pleasure nor sorrow.
Only that sensation of floating,
In a sea of nothingness.
Not a bad feeling really,
No euphoria, no fear.
This is the way it is I thought,
The end of the road,
the other side.
I had a moment of apprehension,
Wondering who was there.
Would I see old friends,
Long past lovers I had forgotten.
Enemies I had made along the way.
Just who and what,
Was waiting there in the mist.
Many had gone before me,
Many would follow.
Do we all see the same things.
Do we all hear the same sounds.
It's odd, but it makes no difference.
What's there is there.
What's left behind is gone,
To be remembered only in dreams.
Or, will I dream here,
In this place of emptiness.
Do places and people parade by,
To remind me of transgressions.
To point out my failures.
Or maybe celebrate some achievement.
But somehow I think that is all meaningless now.
Like yesterdays paper, tossed away as usless.
The world moves on,
It is up to me to move with it.
Else I should end up left aside,
Passed on as old news.
And just when I felt the pangs of bitterness creep into my soul,
A calm reassuring feeling comes over me,
spreading like sunshine across the morning plains.
I am at peace, I am at peace.
As I was waking up I was looking at myself lying on the floor. So in a way I am looking forward to the other side. There has to be things there way much better than here.
But thanks for your kind words,though.I appreciate it.