POETRY


From Below to Above


Peaceful rest comes over me,
I am blinded,
Can not see.
Who is there?
I do not know.
I just have to take it slow.
Rising above the ground,
I fly around.
My body is buried deep,
Six foot under my body sleeps.
In a field of stone and grass,
My soul is free at last.
My friends mourn not for me,
I’m in a better place,
We will meet again you’ll see.