A soul's desire

[font=Times New Roman]Slithers the body on pale widow sill
supports the soul a deep inner will...
playing are thoughts not alien to mind anymore
chained is the soul.....alive  still for sure...

It longs to brighten up like the sun
to be lost in words, the most brightest one...
none can find, where it hides
none can reason, why it shies...

Winds of time falter again
failed are they, lost is the rain....
and then, for a moment, unchained it becomes from its confines
by a moment of a voice, so mesmerising and divine...

Water as desired by greens to grow at its best
shelter as desired by traveller for a moment to rest....
desirous is the soul, as it slithers on pale window sill
enduring pain of distance as it builds its inner will.....

But something keeps it alive
as it flutters breathing air filled with love fine...
nourishing are the elements are of pleasure and pain
Enduring soul desiring  a moment.....just once to be alive again......