there were no cathedrals
domes or church spires
or even heavenly choirs
when I dreamed in the clutch
of covid
yet there was peace
and a blinding flashing of lights
against a backdrop of
vast ebon sky
and there was singing too
a song of eternal love
emanating from the presence
of a pulsating brightness
a voice not recognized
mesmerized me completely
no doubt it was my song
lyrics written for me and me
alone
brimful was i to overflowing
knowing that I had lived
and there was love from another
to the depths and heights
of the unknown
my poet mind wanders
no big deal
though the tears cried on waking
no figment of my imagination
they were real