Staring at the angel of death 
Knowing this is my end
Feeling a warm breeze 
As I slowly fall to my knees 
Not in prayer – Just acceptance 
The releasing of soul, of spirit 
Into the universe 
To wander amongst the darkness 
A man so used to solitude 
Travelling through space-Beyond time…. 

I feel my flesh melting
My purified heart now golden 
Like my new heavenly voice 
Encompassed in a body of light 
Returning home to perfect love
Without fear or judgement 
Past the edge of perception 
I was surely born
To die amongst the stars…… 

Mark C Bolton August 2024