The Gate - Project Pitchfork

White walls

Cold light

Beeping sounds

People gathering around

A beautiful tune somewhere

Frantic voices becoming softer

Drowned by the swirling melody

Filling my head

Sight becoming blurred

A tunnel of light attracting me

I pass through

A feeling of freedom flows to me

I see a lovely being smiling gently

Welcome back my dear

A voice like chimes

I’ve been waiting for you

Are you willing?

I don’t know

I still have so much to do

I’d like to stay and rest

But my children are so young

They need me as their guiding hand

It’s your choise it answers

It’s your choise

By now I’ve recognized the being

And look forward to see it again

With new energy and will not to forget

I make my way back

A flash of light

Beeping sounds come back to me

I focuse my view

On reliefed looking faces

I smile in remembrance