Dustin Bennefield

(Semptember 11,1991 / GA)

To Where The Angels Fly


Part of me
plans on living forever
and then
part of me plans
on dying

but when I die
I will go
to where the angels fly

no, not Heaven

I don't believe in Heaven
I will go
to where the Universal Sigh
meets the
All-Knowing Wind

Where Love
exists alone
pure
Love

and everytime

I will think of you
think of how
we flew together

to where the angels fly

into this world
of fleshless
love

higher than that of
the parting kiss
higher than that
of the shining sun

and when I die
and fly
I hope you will not
join me

but continue with
our love
higher than bluebirds sing
higher than the heavens ring
higher than the angels fly

Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2012
Edited: Saturday, March 31, 2012

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