Soul

I am sometimes sad As all is quiet In a narrow span of eternity. A soul yearning to be free Though it is but a dream that I dreamed a thousand times. Yet I have been carried away And everything dims when I pass, All this energy is as though it was nothing But I remain as I am,a poet. My canvas is the Mind! An art that few comprehend,O if they only knew Then they would sing like angels... Laughter and not tears would feel their faces. Is this not why we dream? To transcend beyond time and space Where only the inviable stuff Awakens us, Our soul evermore.