The Soul

Something went from me last night:

Most precious gift of man.

It went with still, soft sobbing breath,

Crying as it ran.

 

It wandered down the busy streets

And passed the speeding cars.

It lifted high in to the air

To sit among the stars.

 

If ever you are looking out

In to the dark twilight

And chance to see  a flickering flame

Like a candle bright.

 

Know deep inside the heart of you

It’s not a star you see

But all the splendor of a soul

That lived inside of me.

 Yu/stan/ kema (age 33)