If, when we die,
We choose our
Destination,
I would travel
Into the night sky
And become one
With the stars.

They lack judgment,
They lack wisdom,
Yet they are animals
Of infinite spans of
Inherent mystery.

As my body would
Materialize
And drift slowly
Through the airless
Darkness,
I would close my
Eyes,
And listen to the
Cacophonous silence.

I would let my
Eyes
Rest upon beds of
Black nothingness
And let my vision
Focus only ahead
Of me
On the supernova
Of my own fleeting
Past.

I would let my
Troubles
Become simple
Memories
And let my
Petty body float
Away
As my mind would
Drift
Far into the boundless
Void.

And, as I would
Near the end of
My journey, I
Would not cry,
For that would
Insinuate
That I wasn't at
Peace
For a single
Moment
Of my voyage through
Time and space.