The Flow



The trumpets sound as I race away

Toward the soft magenta horizon

Of a future unknown, my spirit soaring

As I climb higher and higher

In a childlike state of ecstacy

Toward a new beginning

Toward a greater end

Always reaching

Always searching

For something greater

Than the shadows of the life lived

The past with all its beauty

Flows out in slow frames beside me

And As I reach the infinite

The ghosts of the dead salute me

As I blaze a trail of solid gold

Through this unknown dimension

Where the pen stops writing

And the mind starts thinking

Racing away...