Soul (Relit)

February 15, 2011

Soul is hurtling to the stars
with her she’ll bring back
their bright light
in a basket wove
of rays of ancient moons

Soul is a door with no latch
sleeping till a sacred blade
sets her free
from her stone halls
dim with fading daylight

Soul is leaping from the walls
of her castle down
to the sea
the stars had no light to steal
the only sword is a murderer’s

Soul is my glow in the sky
she is my edge
she has no need for these things
soul is mine and I’ll keep her.


A song by a would-be hero
who trusted that it would all come round
to him
that he could save;
wrest pain from a hurting wound.
and it worked out.
just not with the one he’d seen
in the seeing stone
but in another, fought for, stolen,
given freely, unasked.
didn’t fix a thing, heal much at all,
but found
my rest along the way.


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