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Seeming to sleep, resting quietly, you think.
She’s traveling miles from home, over the mountain tops.
The flying vehicle stops and he said, “Get in.”
“There’s no, time to waist. So, buckle up.”
He pulls the seatbelt through, then, passed the clouds, and away they flew.
“See!” She pointed, all around about.
“Celestial galaxies everywhere,” she whispered, “not, even, yet imagined.”
There, hidden in space, beyond our thoughts
A veil of stars protecting, the place of her death.
He showed her one heaven.
There were so many.
“This one is yours for now
There will be plenty.”
He took her to rest, as if, he loved her.
“The Lilies, so lovely,” she thanked him kindly.
Holding her weight with his arms,
He kissed her brow and said,
“Its time to take you home.”
At three Am, she sat up in bed.
“Oh, just a dream,” she spoke, “but so real.”
The fever was gone and the headache too,
And the golden man’s memory vaguely haunted her new heavenly view.
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