But It Was You

 

Last night I dreamt

Of death

It was an ogre

Cloaked in a brown hood

With a broad nose

Wide nostrils

On a big squat face

Like a toad

 

I was led up

Some stairs with

A brilliant angel

His hands

On my shoulders

So soft

 

At the top of the stairs

Stood a door

There I paused

And turned around

To wave one last

Goodbye

To those I love

Tears running

Down my cheeks

 

Then I faced

The door

The angel

Opened it

Showed me in

At which point

I vanished

Into light

 

I ceased to be me

No longer I

 

That was my dream

 

The next day

I got a call

From you

Telling me

What the doctors

Had found

In you

 

And that

The end

Was nigh

 

When I dreamt

Of death

That other night

I did not know

I was dreaming

Of you