Soul
Invisible and some
say non-existentI know you are
out there somewhere
in a place where
time has no clocks
hovering over me
wispy, wise
benevolentWhen the opinionated
ego with its
petulant wounds
withdraws
its magic and
sulks inside its bruises
you nudge me
out of myself
and into the places
that prove you exist
vast forests
majestic trees
cold lakes
music, rhythm
waves folding
onto morning sand
words planted together
trembling with
growing meaningand just when I think
all is lostyou
shuffle
a chess piece
a serendipitous meeting
a feather on the floor
words fall out of a book
and into my palm
suddenly holding the
universe and all its wisdomplayful
soulful
© Tanya Southey
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