Afterlife

Wings like feathers,and a fac glowing like light.
Dressed in white, and floating above.

Fly up, and see mist and clouds.
Watch the body from below. Pale and fragile, buried into a grave with pretty flowers.

Sitting in the rain when its not possible for anyone to see you is a must. Watch as it falls around you in strait motions.

Walk down a dirt path untill its time to go back up. Dance your way up there and gracefully land in your place.

This is not a dream, its just afterlife.

Katelynn KilburgĀ©2010