Soul



When did we meet last?
Did I listen to you in the past?
You and I are on fast.
We are like half-bloomed buds.

When will you whisper in my ears?
Chasing the chasm for years.
To get or forget! My only fears.
Soldering to fill the pierce.

Lost in the frills of trills and shrills.
My soul I have locked in grills.
I will rise to meet it with thrills.
We will be enveloped in ecstatic prills.


I will pluck it back from far off bands.
I can see it in lands and sands.
I can see it in twigs and wands.
Soul I seek from His hands.

When will we meet next?
I will ransack for till I rest.

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