Thursday, July 3, 2014

My Soul

If I could
I would write my spirit out into the world,
past these corporal bonds,
the shadows of self doubt.
I would be upheld,
a phantom,
peering out of the golden hued clouds,
gliding this way and that
with the wave of my arm.

My company would be
rocky outcroppings of mountain peaks and valleys;
luscious greenery and fine yellow wild flowers.
My hair, spread behind me as golden beams of light.

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