Final Trip

The time has come….


Walking through the dark marshes
waiting to meet them
to live again
to die again


Sinking deeper my breath holds
waiting to meet them
fearing them
to be one again


Under the moon we dwell
Pure..Naked..in his eye
dancing with the shadows
whispering with the forrest


The long awaited spirit
cries out His name
Fading away


Darkness swollows all…