Soul Wings


If writing words are the Bare Bones of me,
then Poeme` is the ephemeral Soul of me
Bones are formed from dust
flesh out the form of my shadow
Poeme` the intangible core of my being
the breath of life to my shadow
Without the breath divinely inspired
I am but a lost thing having no heart, no core, no soul
My soul is not anchored in my flesh
but soars within the cage of my earthly body
This too is the beautiful tragedy of Poeme`
Flesh pulls the oxygen from the air
my core pulls divine inspiration into streaming flight
~ the uncaged bird is set free ~
I can no more cage this poeme`
to trap my soul in earthly realms hollows my flesh
Poeme` is life fleshed into my Bones
A place where the intangible is material
A window through which the tears of God
break open the unseen cracks in a heart
A Love divine and Light surreal
is my heart free, my soul uncaged
the Bird of Poeme` soaring into the heavenly realms.

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