I fell asleep one afternoon,
Was it a dream or vision?
A tunnel gray and long,
Raised an intriguing
decision.
Should I enter quickly?
Carefully tiptoe inside?
Or race ahead recklessly,
Caution thrown aside?
The light at the end
Was not white, as
expected.
A warm yellow glow
Towards me was directed.
Wispy cloud-like beings
Drifted across the light,
Not wraiths, but angels,
A tantalizing sight.
But as I stood and
pondered,
“Has my time come?”
The tunnel walls
collapsed.
And the dream was gone.
I woke up disappointed.
“I am still here,” I
thought.
Perhaps, the next time
will bring,
The heavenly peace I’ve
sought.
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