Souls To Dust, Love To Power
The love of the heart is the longing of souls
The greed in the mind is nothing but dust
One is desire for unconditional love
The other a temporary power.
Poetry is the language of souls
The footsteps of those long turned to dust
The act of creating is one of love
Pages scribed with transcendent power.
The body is but a prison for the soul
We all will return to our creation of dust
The inkstains of life contained in our love
Proof of a higher power.
Under my skin lives a primitive soul
Capable of so much more than my etchings in dust
Shining forth the light of love
Claimed by the submission of power.
Copyright © Olivia Estep | Year Posted 2021
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