Just between life and death
Timeless void before the sacrosanct journey
It all comes back to me
I can say the words
I can hum the songs
Which passed many centuries
I can see the sights
I can touch the forms
Things that have gone before
I can smell the fragrance
I can taste the sweetness
Objects long turned to dust
I can sense the love
I can re-experience the connection
We shared in the past
Feeling mellow; a reader recently bought a copy of my poetry book: Ethereal Presence, Volume II