A Long Flight Ahead

The colors of a fire in the harvest moonlight, and the dark black pattern of spirit

My wings path is long and I shall feel the wind below me, knowing I shall be free

From all worry, from the sick and the dying, and the disease will vanish into air

I will find the fisherman upon the deepest of waters, and I will rest my feet upon the sails

Where the sun is the warmest, and the land the driest, I shall find my way

A long flight ahead, but this will not stop me, for I shall return at least one more time

Where I will see the new leaves and the flowers budding with the trees, then I shall die

In peace with the serenity of love in my deepest everlasting hours of passing, shall I lay