The Ash

July 7, 2010
With the wind I soar


Like a bird




Without their wings

No such control




My path unknown



Destination ever changing
The dust sweeps with me








I’m the ash

My life has passed I’m
Still here with the wind



I swoop. I swirl. I twirl. I fly.



I see what I never had the chance to see.








I sneak. I see. I fly again.
The wind picks up, faster this time





Stronger

The power causes a twister of specks.






I and the others swirl up









And up










And up

Then there we are.




Heaven







At last.





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