Into
the fade I fly.
Into
the endless sky.
Higher
I soar until beauty restored, and say farewell as I die.
If I
were to meet no founder.
But
have been cast asunder.
Deeper
I fall, into nothing at all, my faults led me to fiery blunder.
I wake
from the tail of dreams.
Upon
me morning light streams.
My
dreams will fade, but the memory stays. I welcome what dreaming death has
freed.
