Returning from the Dead

My eyes are closed, lost in the world of the living. I am in a coma, but I am alive. I am dead, but I can feel your heart. I walk in the land of the dead, but in your heart I live. I am awake and transcending through journeys, walking through the levels of the heavens. Without a body, I am free from my earthly burdens. But imprisoned in your mind, I am burdened by your sorrow. I feel darkness, but I walk through the light. I am held in your memory, a place of my comfort. Darkness pulls me through the dark valley, but in your arms, I rest, see the light emitting from your heart, and follow the light into the city of the dead. A journey on the wings of death; his wings are covered with black diamonds and gold. Gloomy and without life.  I am without fear as I live in your mind; my heart is right with you, and I am alive again. In your memory, I embody the vessel of the living; with this vessel, I swim in the rivers of the living. Like the river, my heart flows into your arms. Where have you been? Where are you? The voice fades, but I am trapped in your mind, the crazy loon, but a sad comparison, a glimpse of joy and the smell of your hair. I am sitting beside your bed; in your cry, I find sorrow. I am dead, but I live again. For you, I return. 

By Victor Ofosu