I had been cold awhile
There was a realm
I had seen while sleeping
Where shapes moved endlessly
Bypassing those whom
They had loved
But I could not let go

For the end was
Experience
And because there was an end
I experienced
Only degrees of happiness
As I forced myself Inward
Hearing voices along the way

From all sides
Shouting
I would be missed
As I faded
Into their dreams
The land
Without an end

© 1995 Dawoud