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





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