Transformation Dream

A simple walk through a garden gate,
In the midst of fog and blossoms,
I look across lush spring foliage 
And see beyond a narrow dirt road
Leading toward a hill that inclines
Into a slow, sweet amber sunrise
Where a lanky man stands, alone.

He wears a dark, calf-length overcoat,
A hat tilted rakishly over his veiled eyes,
But slowly he raises an arm, gesturing
For me to join him, to walk toward 
The open gate leading to the road
And hilltop where he beckons.

Curious, I begin my journey eagerly
But cautiously as I feel each step
Bring me closer and closer to sunrise,
To knowing the answer to an age-old
Mystery: What is death? What is life?

When I reach the dirt road I stop
And look carefully at the man
Who stands atop the hill, smiling,
And I recognize him, remember him,
As I see his crystal blue eyes
(Twin-born stars on the horizon) 
Once only a dear memory...
Now so real, here for me,
As he reaches out welcoming arms...
And I know death is only a door
To another, brighter world.

      By: Cara Swann

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