“Eyes closed,departure of this world”
the soul sighs,sat up,smiling in the shadows of the sleep;
that paints pictures vivid in colour, in the eyelids of a person.
Subconscious,self conscious,sadly selfless,
awakened is the quiet form of humanity, the essence of sincerity,
the solution of simplicity-the soul. With quick fingers, spinning thoughts
dreams,gossamer cobwebs of truth between sides of a stirring brain,
soul stops-smiles,stares,scowls,
still,soul returns, takes hold of heart chained to the body, an empty vessel,
silly, somehow scary, as if a hollow puppet taken prisoner by something of purity,
of honesty, The Soul.