Tuesday, November 17, 2015

536 - Stuff it's made of

I saw my soul by candle light,
It seemed all white and snowy,
It felt all shy and mellow and quiet,
Even though it was all-knowing.

I saw my soul on the sea,
Reflected on moon water,
It melted like jazz on velvet ropes
It stood tall at first, then collapsed shorter.

I saw my soul one morning though,
When it seemed to have the most fun,
Burning and glinting off peach trees and ponds
My soul's made of and full of the mighty sun.

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