Sunset softly fading in ****** 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
From the lunch poem collection circa mid 90's. Lunch time ******.