Beyond horizons

Beyond horizons soaked in grey,
The blurred walls of smoke-like clouds
A secret place awaiteth thee,
When thy inner-self is torn and burnt.

Thou takest a look to the sky,
Wishing, hoping it swallows thee
And bringeth thy being
Into another dimension,
Far away from our normal world, existence.
A place never seen before,
Where one gains what nothingness shall be.

A state of eternal anti-life and anti-death,
A life without sorrow and death with movement.

I have this vision often,
Sitting below this place,
Thinking and dreaming.

And every time the horizon
Evokes this very feeling in my chest
I am almost part of the secret place
Beyond horizons soaked in grey
And the blurred walls of smoke-like clouds.