…intangible soul

We allow our heart and our head to lead us
ever emotionally driven
by those tangible parts of us in which we place our trust
travelling old roads to nowhere
ephemeral recollections, diaphanous memories
crossing the threshold between mortality and endless dreaming
the outcome is always the same
things fall apart over seconds and minutes
hours and months, even years
and ultimately we break into pieces, one piece at a time
we crumble to dust, vulnerable to the most gentle of breezes
this endless cycle, the seasons of love and loss, of life and death
but in the end it will be our soul. our mysterious intangible soul
that will guide us back to the light
to where we belong in time and space
to where we are meant to be
for over many lifetimes our soul watches over
the flickering flame of our existence, protecting it from extinction
until it is time, and over and over
it is our soul that lights the flames once more
as the ancient texts and the mysterious realms dictate
© Ann Bagnall