The Other World Poem by Alex Rosak

My eyes are closed, my head down on its pillow,
Breaths of air are steadied, casting merest, faintest billow;
Harsh, abrasive thoughts, upon my mind descend,
After many inward battle, to another world my spirit wends;

Head and heart, body and soul
Hardly seem a part of this being real and whole;
A heavy-handed blow leaves no mark behind on me,
Restraint upon restraint leaves my soul abroad and free;
Mists of straggling, swirling fog abound,
My foot upon the stones makes no sound upon the ground;
Shafts of sunlight beam down soft and fair,
Each bodily exertion marks me there and yet not there;
Reaching stages of heightened, senseless feeling,
Unaware at any time of the heart within me beating;

This surely can last no longer, the Earth strives to recall
A body of eternal being back to its chambers, bones and all;
And upon this moment then, asunder I am cut
From vast palatial dwelling to charmless peasant hut;
The dream is over, may yet return the morrow night,
But to be that dream for always would be Heaven at its hight.