A Spirit
When I lay down to reflect, I hang up my hang-ups and time is out of mind, as my soul and
my spirit climb to the stratospheres.
I mentally hideaway and I am visibly incognito. I still here and feel the earth bear a metal
beat of chemical residue, as the sounds ricochet through my mind.
On this maiden voyage I try to unravel the sounds of the world, and interpret the silence of
bubbles floating in my mind.
In my kingdom of peace, I build a fortress, surrounding the wild life in my visions.
I metamorphosis into a chameleon then a butterfly, my soul glows like a sun torch burning
brightly in an azure sky.
What am I?
James C Bryant Jr.
May 27, 1996
Copyright © James C Bryant Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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