I crossed over in the night for the very first time –
just floated serene and lonely
on coffee-brown water that lapped at my raft, unfelt.
I was not so much frightened as stricken with awe –
full of no earthly sensation
but the rushing of time, propelling me on and on.
Then at some exact moment – the slate horizon
cracked like a splintering egg-shell
and strange orange light bled through the fissures of dark.
It was not yet my time.
Great poem on near death experience. Thanks for the post.
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Cheers!
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