Waking form the dream of life I dreamt I was dead
there was Death not so terrible he was a child dressed in white
He held my hand and said gently
I am your guide he said so we walked a while down white walled echoing paths
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You had these dreams at different age levels of your life? all in one night? ! or is it totally a fine fantasy you cooked up for readers? Delicious! to MyPoemList and to share with others. bri :)