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…