As I lie asleep a chill covers me as someone threw open a window
I open my eyes a slit hearing music I know but never heard before
I am surrounded by fog
I make my way to the door through a mist that leaves droplets on my naked body
Delicate threads like spider webs cling to me
So strange yet I feel a floating peacefulness
When I open the door, I see a starry night
Bright yellow dots with elongated lines radiating outward
As if the brightest yellow was flick from a paint brush onto an indigo canvas
A joy I’ve never felt overcomes me and I want to go to the heavenly stage
And dance
The threads come together, and tendrils wrap my not arms and legs
I hear the voice of my kindred spirit who has gone before speaking soft and warm
Not yet not yet, not yet, not yet like a fading last note