The winged soul of the body that withers
soars above the brilliant lights
away from the reality
of the aging host it resides.
The free love that binds these two together
is not just an imaginary thing,
but a way of life simple and precious.
She sits there, her soul playing a song
that allows her free spirit to glide about the meadow,
dancing with slow streams of light
into the world unknown.
Her heavy arms and wrinkled face
cannot move as much as it used to,
but her soul is light and moves freely with the wind.
I can see the precious soft light
as her soul begins to wander,
her eyes lit with the simplicity of life.
Something was calling to her,
in another world of light.
I knew her spirit was leaving
as she sat in the meadow,
her eyes fixed on something I could not see.
She waits, sitting, saying nothing
As she enjoys the feeling of freedom.
Her soul bounds up and down
the green mossy path of stones
as we sit in the sunlight together,
listening to the music of another past.
About the Creator
Callie Cox
I am an English major in college. I live in Indiana and go to Ivy Tech Community College.
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