soul symphony

By chance I stumble on destiny
The ever morphing threads
Woven by the hands of time
A clock is but a rigid automaton
Just an empty face with no soul
Endless cogs and screws
To a fluid existence
Bound to eternity

float

By the ramblings of a madman
I walk my highways and hallways
And roads unmarked
Lined with ghosts of all that was
And whispers of things to come
I hear the wind and see signs
The compass of a wanderess
Knows no north and south

listen

the heart babbles
a crimson brook
turns to a roaring river
it bids me to the bottom
to drown in the pulse
of the universe itself
to rise from the dead
and live

stir

there are galaxies
in my eyes
my body is the dirt
walked upon by warriors
and healers
traveling through the ages
with ancient magic in my veins
ash to ash
dust to dust
I will rise
Again and again

prevail