AUGUST DEATH DREAM
Restless sleep
Strange dream indeed
With vivid clarity
I envisioned my own death
Fire in an obscure kitchen
Mysterious
Angry street gang
On a bloody quest
Knife wounds in the back times three
Fatal blows
No pain I recall
As the icy steel plunged into my flesh
Only peaceful buoyancy
“Flotation IS really groovy”
As Mr. Hendrix so eloquently described
Birds eye view
My funeral
In humble awe I watch
The mourning crowd gathered
Do not cry dear ones
Celebrate
My quick glimpse of heaven
Magnificent
Not worthy of human words
Angels embraced me in holy warmth
Never alone
They showed me the way
Without a clue to it’s symbolic message
Some things
Are not meant to be understood
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005
