Drifting into Immortality

One could even die here
knowing not a pain
just drifting into immortality
as spirit becomes wind
beneath our wings
and soul, at once the passion
of the stunning awesome sight
known only in the feel of flight

as the scent of smoke from burning pines
instigates the eyes to their extreme
and we wonder in the dream
of our existence
beyond the great resistance
of our times

while the wind drifts off
without a thought
to find another current joining in
and so the cosmos spins
another dream's reality
within this mighty tapestry
of life


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