Soul's Breath
Soul's BreathThe sun's twisted spires
warm all but those who
are huddled deep within
the solemn shadow's grasp even then some find solace
by the mere sight
of its golden glow muse for me is like the sun
once it rises it heals,
shining in all the right places, fear and doubt huddle and squint,
nestled in their dark nooks,
blinded by brightness this great internal sunrise
creates such lasting Peace
and contentment that you
can no longer feel smothered by life
muse is the soul's breath,
nothing more, nothing less. ~Eric Vance Walton~