Prints Of The Soul

Of all the traces left by mortal means,

the lofty laces of the soul,

touch with an airy essence of ethereal feathers,

slowly stroking with soft indentations

into the many layers of life.

 

For they craft with everlasting tattoos

and leave a mark so vivid and haunting,

which brings the artistry of eternal expressions

across the mind and heart.

 

Where flesh has culled the solidity of momentary clay

with the spirit there is pressed what never dies,

molded by those digits moved by divine whispers

that convey the images beyond our reality.

 

It is by those wispy creations

we feel the purest of blissful caress,

because they stir the caldron of timeless tangential nectar

filled with the broth of euphoria, tranquility and serenity.

 

While we may cherish and possess

those artifacts of vanity,

what endures with more sway,

summons an indelible etching upon our existence,

are the prints of the soul.