My Aunt used to tell me
stories I had told her
about where I was
before I was born
The older I get the more
I seem to know that place
exists beyond time and space
a separate place for all
There we cross the bridges
we could not cross
in the life just finished
looking towards the life ahead
In all its glory perhaps
just a simple room
with someone to talk
about the mistakes we've made
It all seems a dream
pictures flash across the brain
of what it was like
and what it will be again
The next won't be different
because the soul sees
through the haze of dream
to learn the higher phase
Oh great universe let me step
beyond this pain to the new
through the silver door
that reflects where I am
Barry G. Wick
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