Within a Soul

[birgitta_nell@y]

Soft whispers echo through my mind
Gently caressing the thing that is my soul,
Stirring within me vulnerability,
As slowly defenses are forgotten
And sweet drops of light fall upon my mind.
Dropping down within me
Tiny splashes of ideas
In hues of red, blue and purple,
Creating reflections of hopes
And silent prayers unsaid,
A quiet medley of lyrics,
Within the thing that is my soul.