a tiny anchor, barely a fish hook
moors me to the surface.
light as sunbeams i float
in the darkness.
float above everyone but it's
never far enough.
dreams follow me but many
had to be left behind.
life carries on once
the dying have gone.
of course we're all dying
and i was just dying to leave.
i sleep in the void
see my dreams before me
and below me. i wake
to check if i'm still alive and
i'm not sure why i'm surprised.
i'm not the first, but there was only
a few before me.
perhaps they will fill my dreams
with life and let me wake
in a new world.