Souls Visit Me

Souls visit me. In the blood orange curtains in the back of my eyes Their faces float in and out of focus as they take turns looking for me. Some are wearing thick round goggles and peer through As if they can’t see in my darkness. One face fades into another appearing in the portal of my mind. I recognize all but a few, breathlessly I call out and ask them to stay. But, this membrane between me and eternity only permits a glimpse. Faces of terror and menace I see only in my dreams. Waking and waiting peering into the flowing orange mists of my closed eyes I see my hosts, each smiling and fearless, each saying silently, “It’s going to be ok.”