Sunset softly fading in bloody hues of red <br /> <br />Soul slipping silently, body falling dead <br /> <br />To fly again, free again <br /> <br />Borne on wings of oblivion <br /> <br />Rushing ever outward <br /> <br />To become one with God again <br /> <br /> A windblown soul <br /> <br />Quickly waning weaker <br /> <br />For just one moment <br /> <br />It sees and wants <br /> <br />What it has just forsaken<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lunch-poem-11/
