soul

 
in the wyrding way shapeshifting in the energy I reach the stars and sigh
singing my sorrow swaying with the wind
keening to the notes playing on the air
the devil is in the details regarding the human way
spoken parables land on deaf ears

he cries not to be heard
everyone is in a hurry crashing into self made storms
I look heavenward and wonder that we are at all
feeling so much like and alien I regard myself closely

touching the breath of life
connecting to the rock n roll of it
knowing I manifest on many levels I wonder how many nether worlds I walk

am I really making a difference or am I just breathing stale air
going over the same old lines just a mischief maker
doing what she does stirring the energy
talking to myself because no one else is listening

staying so much the same while shifting into someone else
losing always losing the best pieces of who I am
and I wonder do they collect in the corners of the world giving birth to a new soul