On the ground I softly lay,
Allowing my mind to sit at bay.
In my head the images fly,
Of the clouds passing by.
As I rest on the ground,
I feel my body spin around.
Into the air I softly glide,
As I fly into the sky.
In the sky, I see in my eye,
A light which I had not seen in flight.
Soon I realize I am wearing shrouds,
For I had died within the clouds.
Lawrence E Mitchell
Janurary 6, 1997
3:3/1
Death Bed
© 1997-2007 Lawrence E Mitchell
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