"A Courtyard Somewhere in Death"
By: Cassandra Freiborg 5/16/06
I stand before and archway,
Passing through just slightly,
Like a ghost through a wall,
To the other side.
It's a courtyard,
Large and stony,
Leading off in three directions.
I stare towards my left,
Walking over to yet another archway.
It reads "Past"
Confused, I walk further.
There are doors lining this courtyard.
I can tell from looking,
They have all long since been sealed tight.
"You cant go back."
The voice of an angel beside me.
"And you are?" I ask.
leads me back into the main courtyard.
I see now this large area is labeled "Present"
I walk straight across,
To the last and final archway.
Is this death?
For only heaven could have such a courtyard.
what future can be had in death.
Curious I thought.
I saw but a few doors,
All only slightly ajar.
Too afraid to see what lay ahead,
I stayed on a bench,
In the center of the courtyard,
Next to the ethereal stranger,
And made no choices at all.