Death Dreams

The mind-
a dark maze
    of wispy fog
    of locked doors
the spirit portal
to another place.

A shimmer of you
appears at my side,
    in the blink
of my mind's eye-
    is it you
    or a cruel trick?

I feel your hand,
soft like a whisper.
Neck hairs prickle
and bite,
electric currents
singe the soul.

I relish your
    essence,
time drains
from the sands
as I gaze in the
ever blue
of your eyes.

Once more
we have
a tear drop's
worth of time.

I guess God
     turned his back
          for awhile.

©  K.D. Schultz