"A DREAM PERHAPS" C. Geoffrey Baker “Death came for me In the dark of an early winter’s morning. Gently, she took me along a path Leading in the direction of a distant cottage. No incarnate form or hooded manifestation, Only her presence nearby to lead me Beside the dark, meandering, indecipherable river. Illuminated by the light of night only, The path, hard pack, traced the river’s contours, Its water running smooth, almost still, slow and black But for the reflected shim