How gentle
Is this shuttle
Of light
Our souls
Narrowing
Like a bight feather dance
Sweeping it across
Where does it end
When it is
Reaching for the stars
Higher and higher
Exhausting
Exiting
Till this very moment
When for one brief second
Everything
Seems perfect
Faster and faster
Shaking
Shivering
Swallowing pieces
Of our eternity
Dazzeling around
It’s own body
Falling, and falling
Spiraling
Twirling
The air crying
To be rescued
To come back
To mortal grounds
