Who Is The Dreamer, Dreaming?

As the larger sky above

is part, air, part cloud,

life transitions into death.

Darkness is dispelled by light.

In a dream you gave me your hand,

I saw your fingers reach out for mine.

I felt your distant presence

through the pressure in my heart.

When we rise each day in life,

the idea of dying is but a dream.

When we are dead life is

but a dream upon a dream.

Light to dark, we wake, we sleep

we move by stillness into eternity.

Death is more than dying,

Living is more than life.

Who is the dreamer, dreaming?

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-Mountain Poet, Copyright 2005

Dedicated to My Twin Brother Greg
R.I.P. - January 23, 2005

Editor's Choice Award 2005
International Journal of Poetry