Song Of The Soul

Morning emerges with more than a gentle tug
as eyes open wide to a world of good  
 
swishes upon the breeze tint the daylight  
as winter hangs  
for just one more tease  
grateful flakes of yesterday  
move amongst the trees  
and I'm filled with memory  
 
the song of the soul  
where her warmth had made me whole  
 
in the poets grace  
that bows amongst the masses  
endearing in unending compassion  
held fast in every heartstring heard  
 
it was here her symphony spoke  
in coloured hues of hope  
 
such a pleasing sound  
passion was rightly found  
happily I sung along  
 
the daunting blues  
and the spiced up jazz  
each tune was played for two  
in the midst of an I love you  
 
how now I watch the swirls  
they remind me of that sway  
with spring about to play  
 
and you my love will be back another day