Time is the ultimate foe.
The one true predator.
It comes quietly in the night.
It sneaks up on you, it's won.

The light is blinding, its whiteness all-consuming.
The tunnel is widening, its walls disappearing.
There is a figure, a silhouette.
A feeling, could this be heaven? "Not yet."

Nearer, closer, the figure becomes.
Features defined, aura blazes.
Nearer, closer, the figure appears.
Outline solid, halo golden; no longer hazy.

Our souls meet, across the void of time.
Our bodies, dead. Our minds alive.
Our feelings spent. Our passion exists.
Our joy, euphoric. Our love remains.

Death is not the end.
Life is not the beginning.
Only existence, should be.
Two souls, now free.