
The soul is who we are. Who we were. Who we will become. But what is a soul anyway?
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 184 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-22-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3060298
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I move silently through the Night
A thousand stars ride the sky.
I cautiously take one step after another
The blur of trees surround me.
I know that this is a dream
For I feel and understand Nothing.
I am barefoot
In a dress of silky white
So I glow like a ghost
In the Midnight Sun
I move like a spirit
Barely aware of my own Being
The darkness breaks and
A cloud of glowing lights appears
I hear them whispering
But they are too soft to hear
I lower my head and try to listen.
I am not Afraid
The gleaming lights surround me
I extend my hand
And touch one.
The warm sensation in my hand remains.
It travels through me
And into my heart
Pieces of my Soul
A breeze moves silently through the trees.
It lifts me off the ground.
I glide through the air
I am searching
For what? I do not know.
But I need to fly
My soul has scattered
To the corners of Time
What calls to me
Brings me Home
So my journey begins
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