Event Horizon

Clean, crisp air,
nipped at my nose,
and hugged at my clothes with fleeting arms.

The sweet smell of jasmine softly laid in the air,
as the whispering leaves of a willow danced about me.

Spectral children danced about,
playing tag or screaming with glee as their pinwheels spun.
Their voices resonated innocence, and made the leaves glow

Walking past them, I saw lovers,
lying together upon the roots of the great tree.
Their passion bled onto the soil, strenghtening the tree.

The trunk was a mix of vibrant green moss and calm brown bark.
It was beauty.
It was majesty.
It was hope.

It was where I fell asleep

The journey that is life, finaly over.
The final rest.
The last sigh.
It was where I laid nestled.
It was the warm bosom of oblivion.