My last Flight

The night cradles me
Into a blissful slumber
When a tired body rests
When a mind works illusions

A world that ceases
A world that opens
A world I create
A world I annihilate

When a breeze kisses my face
Fraught with a poppy scent
The zephyr of dreams
Teases my heavy eyes

A zephyr of dreams
Scented with emotions
Some nice some not
Some that are new

When touch ceases to exist
But there is a feel
Of wet hair and warm lips
Of soft hands and love bites

When smell doesn’t last
A scent lingers on
A scent of my past
A scent of the future

When taste has no meaning
Of tasteful feelings
A taste of passionate love
A taste of moonlit nights

When deafness is at reign
A dulcet that begins
A music of heartbeats
An orchestra of emotions

When sight plays wonders
When vision looks beyond
When perception flounders
A kaleidoscope of wonders


When existence is obsolete
A lifelessness prevails
When breath is reluctant
Though the soul canters lively

When perceptions cease to exist
When existence not perceived
When reality is a dream
A happier reality

When I dream of some emotions
When I dream that they would last
When I dream of some moments
I dream of my last