Thursday, January 16, 2025

Seat of my Soul

 


Longed hand

  invisible as the cover of night 


Haunter of my waking sleep 

  Beloved of my soul 

Shall I mourn your death and weep? 

  Can I let you go? 


Not an hour goes by 

  Unblemished by your role 

The angels will not let me burn memories 

  Though it was so long ago 


In signs I see, and oracles too

 Painting a destiny profound 

I have not been able to release you 

 Regardless of bridges burnt 

There is a uncondition in me too sound 


The cards they deliver 

  On ridiculous inquiries 

Detailing even beauties 

  Impossible to believe 

Yet I lay upon the foot of your ground. 


It is a love that carries me through. 

It is a love secretly harboring my soul. 


Do I believe in what they have said, 

Or do I settle on the home I was sold? 


I almost dug you up last night 

 Just so I could hold your bones 


I left instead 

My haunted body 

Laying there 

At the seat of your Soul. 




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