by Gregg Rowe~
I am not young, my eyes they do grow old
I invite twelve friends -- partake my Last Sup
Let’s fight over my writings when I’m cold
A life support machine they hook me up
A journey prepared just to stay alive
On walls, at home, I hang my precious art
The age of Christ when he was crucified
Thirty-three minutes I was with no heart
Inside a silver dome chrome-filled star ship
An angel leans over with eyes blue lake
My chest evidence -- more than just a nip
Twenty-four hours later I awake
A year later, I smile at angels
I’ve been given time -- revisit dale
Author notes
dale name meaning: a river running through a valley
It is also my first name! 
Written March 4th, 2006
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An the flight is long.
You write with truth and compassion and Dale is blessed.Angels around you are not yet ready to receive you.It seems you have still a lot of work to do.That time between life and death is fragile fleeting sometimes cheating but also a temporary rest.You have surrounded yourself with all that is meaningful and Christ is looking down on you with love.When I lost my brother to Aids,it was so difficult but his spirit is such that I know he is always with me.Superb.Elizabeth. -
I thought it was interesting that you were writing about a place...but also about you. At the end of the poem you had more time to revist the dale (the river running through a valley) - but also you had been given time to revisit Dale (the person). I liked the imagery - the double meaning that I read into the poem made it very interesting.
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