Rewind

For hours, it was, having bled,

Transfusion a strong probability

My countenance pale as the hospital bed

Myself moving backward toward eternity

Alarmed, I felt my soul leaving me!

The nurse's cry for help, strangely transparent

So thin a disembodiment I could feel

I, fading quickly, quite apparent

Transcending now in circular reel

Soul now flown toward dust into dust

 Reversing to birth on a turning wheel 

 Seeking its origin as all we must

Backward move in infinite reel                           

 That passes in slow motion I have found

That passes before our transiting eye

Is simply a circle that is rewound

To play again forward

But never to die

Having come through, I now find

We don't ever leave, we simply rewind.

copyright 2009, Georgette Jones