A Single Beat

©2010, Olan L. Smith

lub-DUB—

I awake in the night

listen—

only silence—

peaceful—

I perceive a white light.

No pounding of my heart

no breath do I breathe,

then—

an unexpected whisper,

"He is ready."

Lifted upward—

suspended over my remains

I view my guide's countenance.

She smiles—

furtive—

surreptitious—

touches my feet and gives me a twirl.

Faster and faster I spin—

I reach out to grasp,

find only nothingness.

"Stop!" I say without a mutter.

Summing all my vigor

I spring out of bed landing before her luminescence;

I laugh—

she giggles—

we; embrace and kiss,

"A while longer, my love;

I am not ready to take you,

yet—

but soon—"

lub-DUB.