The Near Death
Another sits between here and there
and rises to meet the unknown.
Against your back lay blackest veil,
while in front purest light was shown.
"Where could I be?", rang clear within.
You see, this place is new.
Could I exist within a dream,
concerned with what to do?
And as he pondered where he was
and how he was to leave,
a tiny voice pierced the light,
what was it to achieve?
"It's time to go.", said the voice
as calmly as could be,
and before a shred of wonder rose
my feet moved in front of me.
Step by step was forward taken
until my thought became.
I stood in place, frozen still,
then shock, I heard my name.
A cry of pain, a wail of plea
where the first sounds I could hear.
And as I turned around I saw
from the darkness came my fear.
It struck a chord and then I knew
where I was and why.
The light ahead was surely death,
within it I would die.
So then, behind must be my life,
the voices, those I know.
And if I delve into the black,
back to life I'll go.
Now free to choose his open path,
he stood firm, wondering,
life is given as a gift,
but what could dying bring?
None alive can answer full
what lies beyond the light,
but as for me, I'll wait and see.
For then, I turned my sight.
Accepting what the darkness gave,
I threw myself within.
With open, blurry eyes I knew
I was alive again.
Copyright © Michael Cordeiro | Year Posted 2006
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