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by Mike Preissner

The dark wind howls in the trees,

We, the tired ones, know that our time has come.

The shadow of death begins to cover us,

As a warm blanket covering a babe,

And I open my arms to embrace the dark.

But before I enfold the blackness of death with my arms,

I see a light, far away, but approaching fast.

Curious, I move toward the light,

Letting my hands fall to my sides,

And I look on with Awe.

The light approaches, and a figure emerges,

And I see your radiant beauty as it pushes back the dark.

I look at the blackness behind me, beckoning me,

But, nay, I do not go, for I wish to be with you,

And with that wish I escape deat's foul embrace, and return to life.

Grateful am I that you rescued me,

For now I realize what I would have missed,

Had I turned away and gone back,

Back to the Nothingness that called my name.

For this, I will love you forever.

©1998