I fear the flame at the end of my life,
the one that erases all physical evidence of my existence.
I pray that heat is once more felt on my cold nerves,
and that warmth will once again fill my body.
To be engulfed in the fire of destiny,
that releases the soul to continue it’s journey.
Every person must choose their path,
yet at the end of every moonlight expedition,
all find the same closing.

You choose how long it takes,
and how steep the hill you must climb.
I only hope that the spark of life drains painlessly,
to be replaced by the flame of eternity.
I wish to only remember that the destination is only as important as the journey,
and that my path teaches me the meaning to the energy that binds all life.
I seek the answers yet know not who to ask.
Even as I stare into the eye of the lunar goddess,
I feel that I’m missing the conclusion right in front of my face.
I close my eyes and let the light from the stars guide me to my destination.
The choices in front of my dazzled senses are dizzying to behold,
yet I allow instinct to make my decision.
I feel the time close at hand where I need not see to decide.
Perhaps the finish will be right around the corner—
I wish to feel the peace that is just out of reach.

Instinct pulls one way, yet society is stronger.
I feel I must hide the knowledge I now posses,
if only to be thought of as sane.
Perhaps it is the insane that see things clearest,
yet they have evolved so quickly that the rest of us cannot comprehend.
How would a savior now be treated?
Locked in a white prison with no one to teach,
yet, how do we tell the difference?
Perhaps there isn’t one.

These questions I ask have tormented my mind,
asking for expression.
I know not how to speak things clearly,
so I allow thoughts to flow instead.
Can you understand?
Few see life from my angle,
yet I understand their views.
Can you see mine?

I wait once more for a spark to warm my skin, to allow me to move on.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m traveling forward or back?
Perhaps at another time I will see how many times my path twisted back on itself.
A depressing thought.  One day, I will understand the answers.