Soul To Stir

"You are my soul to stir", she said, while winding ribbons 'round her head in colors to befit her mood a fuchsia braid, t'was understood she barely spoke, but when she did the room became a concert hall before first notes, to hear it all and not a whisper broke her voice or pierced her in delivery. "I feel that you are part of me", She said the words, I barely breathed while watching tears induce her eyes to settle deep upon me. "and when I go, I'll leave you thus but know that I will always trust the bond we have concreted, stands a beacon to return to" I saw her bags behind her then tied to balloons in yellow, red to float her helium out to sea in solitude, it me, would leave. "I am your soul to stir", I said and put my lips upon her head to kiss the part of me goodbye Up to the air, I watched her fly Ribbons and tears came raining down I walked away, without a sound.