Fallen

He lay where he fell just minutes before,
Into his chest a bullet, a dark, deep hole had bore,
His mind panics and takes him off on a journey of wonder,
His eyes still see his surroundings and the valley yonder.

He sees a plane pass high overhead leaving a trail in its wake,
But his mind a wonderful angel, did it make,
An angel with glistening wings and gossamer garments flowing,
And all around it, a welcoming light glowing.

He hears the breeze making the leaves on the ground dance,
But his mind lets him hear soft whispers sending him into a trance,
A tiny bird sings its dawn song with all its heart,
It adds background music to the whispers as he starts to depart.

He sees the clouds break and the golden sun shine through,
His mind sees an illuminated staircase, he no longer feels blue,
At last life is ebbing away, no longer is he earthbound in his pain,
His mind carries him up to the stairs, as the last of his life does drain.

Liz