Flickering firelight
danced attendance on my thoughts
wandering through the shadows.
Half remembered memories slide around
not quite caught,
hovering in the shadows.

A tunnel of darkness beckons me
toward the great white plain.
A glaring light too bright to see
a place where there's no pain.
A soul might float forever there
among the silent peace,
with mind spread wide upon the air
relaxing there with ease.
But life has not yet done with me
and calls me back again
to be where I'm supposed to be
to feel again the pain.

Flickering firelight
dances attendance on my thoughts
wandering through the shadows.
Half remembered memories slide around
not quite caught
hovering in the shadows.