Forgotten Parachute Poem by gregory collins

Once in a lifetime, i would like to be falling
from the sky. Not surviving the passage of years
or the languished looks of those that did;
Their faces crucified to death yet they remain unscathed.
Just falling out of the evening glow over the finite of this world.
Looking at the greatest beauty of memory
and how it posseses volumes of emptiness that i have read.
I drift the whole sunset away and hardly resist what is welling up in me.
A dizzying dust as i come to hills and fields as spring.
Where i hope my eyes will walk on the soil and be buried in the grass,
but hidden from view when it is time to leave.