The Conscience

In moments brief, rippled light pierces dark. Exposing the shadowed world of desire. Rising like a mist, a decision stark. Whether the soul refrains, when flesh sets fire. Between two fragile worlds that tug and haunt. Where the sun neither sets or rises. The measured distance from soul and flesh taunt. The struggle for dominance crystallizes. Like leaves drifting silent through open space. Like a bird gliding in wondrous flight. The soul seeks to find its final face. When it stirs from restless human plight To argue with reason, when emotions reign. To release a demon, your soul to blame 8/26/15