Was That My Soul?

She soars high,
Becoming one,
with the heavens above,
Is that my soul,
or is it merely a bird.

I squint to see,
through the orange sun,
yet, all I can see,
is a fleeting hue,
A hue of indigo blending,
with the blue of the skies.

And then, as I watch on,
The blob of red hides,
under the horizon,
The skies descend into darkness.

With a sigh, I turn to go.
And as I enter,
into my own darkness,
as the abyss sucks me in,
I still wonder,
was that my soul,
Or was it merely a bird.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: