Soul Fly

Purposely lost in the deep dark woods of the infinite,
No guide 'cept the voices we hear all about us,
their spark when they leave,
graduating to the next level of consciousness.
Like fireflies pulsating about,
rising up... searching.
We try to grasp at their tiny bodies,
following their light.
Just when we think we have them,
they blink out.

Our time here...is eternal.