Wednesday 30 May 2012: Touched
Brushed today by a visitor in the deepest hour of sleep at a point in time when health seems at times to flay away.
Dark eyes, that will put the darkest piece of coal to shame deeply embed me in my soul and all I can do is look with bated breath. Strangely enough all is calm and all I could hear was the throb of blood rushing through my veins and a deep murmur of my heart.
I am not sure if it was my time or was it just a dream a tad to vivid but all I know is I took the biggest gasp of air as she left just like one would do as one rises to the surface.
It was all there and yet not there. A gatekeeper or a guardian shapeless angel; either way I searched those eyes.