Spatium Itinerantur

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 14 Jan 2022

Spatium Itinerantur

While the flesh is set
on becoming bone,
the soul slowly starts
to breathe on its own,
a view from up above,
the life you lived,
unwrapped in seconds,
like a very last birthday gift.

You fly past the sun,
moon, and stars.
Like a drop of water,
you see your home:
a blue marble
lost
in the gigantic void of space
that you can hold
in your hand
in its entirety.

A familiar voice
sounds from behind you,
full of grace:
"Welcome, my child,
to your final resting place."

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Vincent Van Zandvoort

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love.

Poetry / Prose

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres, including science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, thriller, horror, and drama. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love. Here, you’ll find something that resonates with everyone.