A Familiar Place

[i][i]I sometimes wonder in the darkest darkness, and realize that I am totally alone,

In a room with no one,  unattached,  loneliness overwhelms me,  inside and out,

Attached to an intravenous tube,  that slowly drips within me,  in the danger zone,

Feeling like a free flying spirit,  seeking a long lost soul,  whirling and swirling about,

My flight was warm as a summer breeze,  and yet,  as cold as a frozen tombstone,

Upon awakening,  I feel like I've traveled across eons of time in
the cold dark blackout,

Not quite recalling where I was,  nor forgetting the infinite traveled road,

Did I see my Mother,  Grandmothers,  Ira,  Jerimiah,  or departed friend . . . Jim?  Without a doubt?

No . . . but felt cold wisps of familiar spirits(in the air) wafting by and around me,  on their own.

Was I dreaming in that lonely darkness,  or reaching out to those that I sorely miss and think about?

Was it reality or surreality? . . . Hey,  What really did transpire,  that night,  in that ICU Hospital Room?


E S. Houser  (9/12/13)