Poetry

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A child's nightmare
Grew into a glorious dream
Intrepid cleansing mist
Rainbows obscure
Misty greenish-gold
Atmosphere
Above the heat
Of the day's piercing storms

Peering through the window's light
Wondering about the rain
In sight, and just beyond reach
A harp whispers in the wind
Playing a tune
Beyond imagination
Her golden hair flows
In stillness
The storm has ended
Hence the glow
The golden notes
Dance beyond silent harmonies
And peaceful whispers

Stretching forward in wonder
Of the glorious, ominous notes
She peers back for just a moment
To see her frail body
Lying there
Breaking, as the fever rose
Fear struck as she realized
Her life was gone
Yet she wondered why the fear
It fled, as she knew
The peace was not surreal

Then suddenly
A bright, white glow
And she awoke
Agape with wonder
The fever broken
She knew she'd been beyond that world once before
And would again one day
Life returned to normal

Ruth (Bearchell) Dato
October 31, 03

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