mirror of the soul

heart beats naked drawn to guide,
soft thunder, unadorned with pride,
brushed fingers, wave a crest that rides
caresses, empty space between resides, falls
slowly forward yet to cling, the moments
joining, past, to be, unbroken string a train
of beads, each pause a pregnant possibility

hand stretches forth with palm invites
enjoin the dance, in crystal raindrops, light,
like butterflies upon the leaf,
soft pattering in muted weave,
stilled fragile moments rest from lilting
flight to leave, breath fluttering,
faint traces painted cross a fleeting eye

unbroken wings of light are swept
and interleaved, rise amber steps
that reach unto the sky, pierced veil
of darkness, born of hammered blows and night
in muffled cries, rings out unwavering
bold might, illumined paths that wind
and lead through lofty realms, returned unto embrace

in resonance, emerging deep within, pervades
unseen to mark the ages day and night,
with passages between, in trace of lingering
that carries long from sight and mind
reverberates in caverns deep to find,

heart beats naked drawn to guide

as magic old,
a golden tear drop strikes,
the mirror of the soul,
delight