The Attempt

Bright light or dark tunnel?

Through darkness, I see light
Through silence, I hear the angels
Worries nor hurries press me.
Time's meaning speaks of other responsibilities.
In the void, I wait.
Yet, the calls come from behind,
fearful outbreaks of impending doom.
When I turn to see, only beauty fills my eyes.
The calls were the sirens of impending life
after the draught of living darkness.
Now, I know. I fear no evil.