…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