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Dying Place

June 8, 2009
By NoRefunds SILVER, Boise, Idaho
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Here and now,
In my bed,
Blind and weak,
I am okay

For in my head
I see a place,
My dying place

My eyes are closed,
I cannot see
The brilliant moon
Behind the clouds

And I cannot focus
Enough to wonder,
In the beauty
Of my midnight field

But I can feel
The grass beneath me,
Holding me tightly
In a final embrace

And right beside me,
I hold the hands
Of my family
And squeeze them gently

The time has come.
I open my eyes
To face my fate
And reach into the sky

Somewhere
A sparrow cries,
Somewhere
I star is being born

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Just a dream I had one night. It sort of compelled me to write this.
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