I think I'm in a dream

but I truly can't be sure

the voice I heard was gentle

so comprehensible and pure

It encouraged me to follow

and not to be afraid

tho my visceral response

begged to be obeyed

In the window glass an image formed

a shining golden light

an incandescent finger beckoned

to wake me from my night

I rose and to the window walked

a warmth suffused my skin

it soaked into my being

absorbing all the life within

As I departed with the image

behind me came a gasp

and I knew he knew the reason

a reality he would grasp

I turned to see my only love

while following my guide

reach out a plaintive hand to me

knowing that

the time

had come

and with

teary eyes

accepted

I had

died

My dream... except it's a nightmare