Sunday, July 6, 2014

A Soul's Flight

It is strange flying backwards
over trees dark with fog and moonlight.
Looking back as I fly I see the memories of all the people
and places from my life standing like tombstones
fading into the distance.

There must be a light at the end of this flight.
There has to be one.
If not then the journey has no point.

God, Nirvana, Enlightenment …
whatever the destination is I just hope it is not annihilation.

A life deserves some kind of reason for it's existence.

If not, then let the wind carry me on forever as far as forever goes…

© July 2, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach