The glow was visible,
The light was near.
The tunnel would end soon,
So would my little flow.
I had been swept by tide,
As much of mind as of sea.
The clouds had parted,
Bringing self to mortality.
My brethren now await,
Their lives entwined with mine.
Calm but boisterous in approach,
The pale yellow does seem divine.
In sink of the past abound,
I maybe played the wrong sound.
My journey was my mistake,
From a tale of dark,my day now awaits.
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DAVID ERICKSON
Yea, good!! Let it come...let there be light
November 12th, 2013
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Yup:)
November 13th, 2013