“Dragan … Dragan”
The voice was calming
There was a demand
In the tone as well
“Dragan … Dragan”
“C’mon, we have much to do.”
My eyes slowly open
The light is harsh
A flicker of my eye lids
Then another flurry
I struggle to open my eyes
Try to rub them
Can’t get my arms to move
“Oh, I’m sorry …”
I feel my fingers on my eyes
Rubbing the sleep out of them
Opening them now
I’m bathed in this bright light
Can’t see much past my fingers
“Where am I?”
“Don’t worry about that now.”
I try to sit up
Can’t move my body
None of this feels right
“I’m so sorry. I forget sometimes.”
Motion returns to me
Strange how I failed to notice before
Now I can feel myself breathe
My body moving with each breath
“Forgive me. We do so many …”
I finally sit up
Still can’t see beyond myself
“So many what?”
“Here, put this on.”
It’s a sort of hospital robe
White in color I think
Can’t really tell in the bright light
I’m so groggy
As if I’ve slept for days
That sort of groggy
Too much sleep
I shake my head
Trying to loosen the cobwebs
“Am I in a hospital?”
“Was I in an accident?”
“What’s going on?”
“Where am I?”
“Good. Questions.”
No answers given though
He seems busy
Yet can’t see beyond myself
He’s just beyond me
“Am I dead?”
“Please be patient.”
“He’s on his way.”
“Who is on his way?”
I try to get off
What ever it is I’m on
Nearly fall to my face
I am caught by a strong man
“Whoa there young man.”
A new voice
So different from the last
A deep voice more soothing
Helping me to my feet
I don't feel my feet
He’s holding me yet I can’t see him
He’s right next to me
The light isn’t blinding
Yet I can’t see
“Are you a doctor?”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Something did happen to you.”
“Your heart gave out.”
“I’m dead!”
“Well not quite.”
“What the …”
“Let’s get you comfortable.”
I look upon myself
And finally realize
I don’t even see myself
I am part of this light
No arms no legs no body
I must be dead
I see the other lights
Moving about
Flowing smoothly
“I have questions.”
“There isn’t much time.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Where … am … I?”
There are voices
Yet no voices
It’s in my head
We just communicate
My thoughts to his thoughts
Clearer and clearer by the moment
This is a place some call limbo
It’s not your time
You’re going back
You get to do it again
Did I do something wrong
“Oh no, no not at all.”
“You really did pretty good.”
“We all make mistakes.”
“But you did pretty good.”
Why am I going back then
Let’s say you have
Some unfinished business
So I survive this heart thing
That’s long since past
“You’ll be reborn.”
How can I tend
To unfinished business that way
"I understand the question."
"You may not understand."
"They will be reborn as well."
“WHAT!”
It’s almost time now
"We’ll explain it next time"
"What next time?"
“I’ll see you again my child.”
“Are you God?”
“You’ll do fine Dragan."
"You did really well."
“Don’t be afraid.”
“Everything has it’s time.”
“You have one of my big rules down.”
“Which one is that?”
It is beginning to dim
Feel like I’m drifting away
No pain or panic
It’s all so peaceful and calm
Getting darker still
In a whisper this time
“Which one is that?”
“Love. Dragan, you know how to love.”
"Never let it grow old ... in ... you."
I wake from my slumber
Sit up on the edge of my bed
Rub my eyes
Stretch out my arms
Arch my back like a cat
What a dream that one was
I’m in a cold sweat
That was all too real
A hand reaches out
Someone is next to me
A familiar yet different face
Incredible sleepy hazel eyes
An impossible to forget smile
I return her smile
“Good morning angel.”
I lean over
Deliver and receive a kiss
Get up and go to the bathroom
Turn on the water
A quick splash on the face
Look up in the mirror
Something is very different
Not me yet it is me
I remember my dream
She steps in the room
I turn
“Are you okay?”
Give a deep never ending hug
Look into those beautiful eyes
“You know … I’ve loved you forever.”
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