Earth, Stars, the canvas, brushed
Each being a thread in its tapestry
Illuminating verses in history’s ode

Soul; Debate of old, Mortal’s kin
Far fonder than a blissful reverie,
Aura of vibrant, pure wonder,
Scents of nature divine

Musical keys heard and felt eternally
Delicate, stirring; to each an own meaning,
Giving hints of flavorful diversity.

In belief the soul existence,
Bares no question.
This vital fire,
Transcends ever forward.

(c) Copyright 2016 Edward J Davis