Realities.. final version, sonnet Options

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final version:

He traveled through a tunnel to the light;
enveloped by it, sensing no alarm,
enraptured and without a will to fight
for earthly life, he drifted safe and warm.
A silhouette appeared against the glow,
an apparition reaching out to wave
and beckon “Follow me, it's time to go.”

He turned and saw the children mark his grave;
saw little Billy sobbing uncontrolled;
saw Michael, standing stoic-faced and strong,
support their keening mom who, unconsoled,
despaired at how they'd ever get along
without the man whom all adored. He knew
they would and whispered, "Love will see you through."




revised x2

Realities...revised version

He traveled through a tunnel to the light;
enveloped by it, sensing no alarm,
enraptured and without the will to fight
for earthly life, he drifted safe and warm.
He saw a silhouette against the glow,
an apparition reaching out to wave
and beckon “Come, it's time for you to go.”

He turned and saw his children mark his grave.
His youngest son was sobbing uncontrolled.
The older boy stood stoic, acting strong,
while holding Mom, who could not be consoled
and wondering at how they’d get along
without the man they all adored. He knew
they would and whispered, "Love will see you through."




Realities...revised version

He traveled through a tunnel to the light;
enveloped by it, sensing no alarm,
enraptured, lacking any will to fight
the bliss of it and free of fear from harm.
He saw a silhouette against the glow,
an apparition reaching out to wave
and beckon “Come, it's time for you to go.”

He turned and saw his children mark his grave.
His youngest son was sobbing uncontrolled.
The older boy stood stoic, acting strong,
while holding Mom who could not be consoled
and wondering at how they’d get along
without the man they all adored. He knew
they would for love endures to see them through.

original:

He traveled through a tunnel to the light;
enveloped by it, sensing no alarm.
Surprisingly, he had no will to fight
aware, somehow, he wouldn’t meet with harm.

He saw a figure in the distant glow,
an apparition reaching out to wave
and beckon “Have no fear, you may let go”
He turned and saw his children at his grave.
His youngest son was sobbing uncontrolled.
The older boy stood stoic, acting strong,
while holding Mom who could not be consoled
and wondering at how they’d get along
without the man they all adored so much.
Then angels freed him with their healing touch.