VISITATION TO BATTLE FRONT
Awake from a beam of light.
Thinking it was at present daylight
Lying in bed, suddenly I heard
a cry of a friend
crying and talking over the phone
The foreign language was unknown.
I can overhear the voice of man, deep and was doting.
Telling what had happened left them puzzled.
For early in the morn, she went to school.
And left us sleep as a slain man sleeps.
But another friend prompted me of the time.
I was sleep as a bud, but the spirit was not.
I regard everything the same, but the feeling was not.
Feet were not striking the base.
And flying in the wind,
uneasy made me stay.
I was practically beyond.
But was bound to agitation.
Nevertheless, we know it was an invitation to the battlefront.
To wake up from visitation will leave you scars.
what your spirit is doing while you stunned.
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