Sunset softly fading in bloody hues of red

Soul slipping silently, body falling dead

To fly again, free again

Borne on wings of oblivion

Rushing ever outward

To become one with God again

A windblown soul

Quickly waning weaker

For just one moment

It sees and wants

What it has just forsaken

James Jarrett

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lunch-poem-11/