Souls of Time



The trace of the water’s edge

changes with time

Ancient trees

wither and fall

Infinite time beneath

the floating haze

of lives lived


Time passes

With the drifting rise

of the lunar winds

time beats  

in liquid veins and beating hearts

Existence of the soul

we cannot explain


Souls of now

and then

hold back the storm of time

stirring inside

The clouds form

and the dust of those beating hearts

stirs and is swept away.



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