Soul’s Breath

Soul’s Breath
The sun’s twisted spires

warm all but those who

are huddled deep within

the solemn shadow’s grasp
even then some find solace

by the mere sight

of its golden glow
muse for me is like the sun

once it rises it heals,

shining in all the right places,
fear and doubt huddle and squint,

nestled in their dark nooks, 

blinded by brightness
this great internal sunrise

creates such lasting Peace

and contentment that you 

can no longer feel smothered by life

muse is the soul’s breath,

nothing more, nothing less.
~Eric Vance Walton~


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