Reincarnation

Do you know what it feels like to die?
To feel your last breath slowly subside,
as death leans in for the kiss?

My soul knows deaths embrace very well.
Over and over again,
life begins only to be snuffed out once again.

My sun rises
and my moon is waiting over the horizon.
To be greeted by its beam of light,
my soul takes off in flight
only to land on my own two feet again.

My soul never changes,
unlike my body
or my hair and eyes .

I might come back as a cat
or a bat
or a nat.

I even once was a pilot I flew in a war,
but after a big Boom!
and the small of fire.
I was no longer that same pilot.

Reincarnation I know quite well.
We old soul's
know suffering,
and cause,
karma,
and dysfunction.

We experience it over and over again.