my soul.

Triangles of ivy, broken on the floor;
so that the sun’s light could enter.
Allowing life to spill, and stain the truth beneath,
so that a divine light would enter.

                A burning light (so bright) and full of meaning.
                Merely thought? Or true religion?
                Believing in existence outside one’s self-importance.

Wilted, worthless – these crumbled leaves,
smoulder under the burning-bright gaze.
Misted memories, these forgotten tears,
to be wiped away be gentle hands.

                The melancholy that lasts (so long),
                while all else fades away.
                To drown in a sorrow you no longer comprehend.

Faded laces of green tremble, in a long-gone wind,
unable to reach the height of a dreaming sky.
Spinning thoughts in the chaos of a stolen dream,
no longer have the will to capture their own essence.

                The living of another’s life (so far away),
                yet created by the same truths.
                Similarities abound where life abides.

The deep reach of fragile roots, entwined together,
to draw strength from that one connection.
Reaching out for any one, for just a hand to hold-
for the knowledge that you are not alone.

                For darkness gives another sight (so strange)
                -where shadows become light.
                The ever-changing concept of our reality.


Belief. (in simple truths)
Feeling. (the depth in chaos)
Dreaming. (the spirals of life)
Knowing. (the secrets of reality)


The pieces of my soul.


by Sophie/celestiality 15/2/06