Sold To My Soul

The solemn mood is right now out here
and the yellow hallowed moon burns bright 
to write my mind vomit spilling out.
By starlight the dazzling night is cold,
sold silently to my waking soul 
as I find this conversation on the other side.
Arid leaves have fallen to the ground below,
up on my roof, again I’m slow to melt away
like light summer raindrops quenching gently,
fears trapped in tears wash away what’s in me.
Burnished beams of light from inside
out and away into the dormant night
you take flight and expand the heavens.
My thoughts carried rapidly through my mind
as I am lost in some kind of enchanted tale
I find the words I inhale on this page, 
a center stage, my own master puzzle
guzzling, flowing forth as my pen takes shape
I escape, unraveling line by line,
splattered out across a surreal time
as though a new painting still against a wall
I fall…
drawn deep into my perplexing dreams
as this night’s realm captures me.
I gaze up into the stars above,
think about love as life breathes away from enemies
I feel you touch the scars that have cut me.
Time travels through my eyes
as the skies mirror what earth beholds
I am sold…
silently to my waking soul.
I am whole if just for this moment in time…
in this I find my own divine.
Beyond the fine line that separates a world of hate
I stand knocking at the gate of grace,
heart, body and mind open to the space in dreams told
I am sold…silently to my waking soul

Copyright © Dominique Baptie | Year Posted 2010

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