Soul Whisperer

I hear you whisper
beneath my skin,
breath drawn
and freed,
within;
flying birds
follow the sun,
to return home
as the blinds
are drawn -
clarion calls
from the
soul whisperer
through the many
shades of dusk;
life's longing
to break free
from
this trapping
that we call
human.

Soul Burst

laughter
scatters through
a blue green day,
riding a dandelion
on a kiss of breath;
a soul breaks free.

Procession

I walked along
with an empty bowl,
gathering all
that I could hold;
a smile, a hug,
a frown, a tear,
a hungry heart
that yearned for more;
some people watched,
looked up and bowed,
some turned away
with anger, or love untold;
I wondered why
they came and left,
I wondered why
I felt bereft,
and then I found that
while I looked for them,
they were watching the soul
in the procession!