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.
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