I will buy a ticket, shake hands with the pilot
And find a window seat in Row J.
And it will go like that: in a quiet resolve.
The heat no longer brazen in my chest;
The scattered and hurried thoughts absent.
In its place will be a comfort,
A knowledge that I beat the fear of death
And conquered every bit of darkness
That creeps under my skin. I will be only Light.
And Light will take me anywhere I wish to go.