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