Ode to Eve, SoulChild and The Sword



Physical and musical meditation

We are taken away,

borne on the power

of our dream,

a waking dream,

a reverie,

that allows us to be...



She is music,

sound that carries soul,

soul that dances

and sings to the listener.

She is emotion and light,

she is movement and expression.

She is in song.


Her heart is light,

as it traverses time and space,

a human pendulum,

her feet soar

as her head rolls back,

an ecstasy of escapism.

I can see her, I know her in my heart.


Mine is the sword,

the blade whistling,

splitting the air.

Muscles taut,

purposefully arcing...

fell the enemy,

every ti tree a fallen soldier.


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