A flittering soul
free of the timeless perplexities of existence
all in truth except one... the puzzle
of the inner heart.
A pristine soul
surrounded by condemnations and corruption
from all circles. So a solid wall, not
of ice, but of fire-hot, burning; a perpetual
aching in the inner depths- is built, towering and
enduring as a protective barrier against
the destructive universe.
An angelic soul
warm, giving, smiles of sunshine
and eyes in a midnight sky-
blossoms, yearning for the fleeting-
a precise moment in time, when the heart
stands still, waiting for that moment, then it
comes, swift, spontaneous- a pounding
of drums, a touch, a breath, a quiver-
and the soul is lost.
The soul awakened,
innocent, yet not na?
all-knowing, yet completely
spellbound by the unknown-
a shimmering, eyes wide open
sweet succulent soul embraces-
the fires internal-tamed-by
passion and suddenly freed from
the entrapments of the spirit into
the universe of the heart.
A perfect soul.
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