Soul

Thus do I sit with stillness here, Soul shows new wit as silence cheers. Thus do I write with simple ease, Soul comes to cite lines moved by peace. Thus do I line my words with joy, Soul speaks most fine from play to ploy. Thus do I weave a gradual flow, Soul now conceives a latent show. Thus do I bring my inner heart, Soul sings and flings a sacred art. Thus do I speak in visual tints, Soul frames each peak with words that mint. Thus do I trust that inner pulse, Soul frees deep thrust to word impulse. Thus do I sigh with calm delight, Soul bears each high with radiant flight. Thus do I walk with easy glide, Soul words fond talk with sensuous slide. Thus do I bloom what verse now cites, Soul ever grooms such fervent writes. Leon Enriquez 22 September 2015 Singapore