My mind is filled with sadness,
Black as night, devoid of images,
With just one thing echoing in the darkness:
A scream, a loud blood curdling scream.
Now it is over. I’m surrounded by people I don’t know.
When I look, I see only darkness in the distance.
I look down, I see a casket, a single rose rests upon it.
It is familiar, yet strange to me.
I shed a tear, for a reason not known to me…
Then, boom, boom, boom…three shots from rifles.
Startled I look up, and I see her, clear as day,
But she is different now; she is embraced by light,
A bright yellow aura surrounds her presence.
She stands behind a tree, weeping.
It is then I realize…it is her in the casket.
She is dead she is no more.
She drifts toward me, slowly, solemnly.
She says some words: “Don’t mourn my death”
“Find happiness in life…” “Don’t be sad about my death”
“No sadness…no sadness…”
Her voice trails off…Her image fades.
I look around myself, there is no one around.
I stand before the grave…it is now filled.