My Soul is Boxed In .

My Soul is Boxed In .

My soul
Is boxed in
and anguished
by my body,
for want of you.
The stars
shine brightly
spread all across
the clearest evening sky
In the full array
of your habitation.
The moon and I,
we survey the places
where you are.
The stars sit like
so many
filled glasses
spread across a table,
eyed
by a seasoned
thirsting drunk.

My soul yearns
to be released
to fly far up above
the trees
To It’s high up places,
as yours did
In release towards the dusk,
and evening stars.
And sometimes I see you;

briefly
You return
Only in the spring
to tree tops

For the release of budding leaves.

My soul
is boxed in by
my body
and yearns
to leave, today,
for the places
where you are;
to abide there
with you in your habitation
of the star,
so that I can drink
once more of
loving essence
and once more be at ease,
no longer far,
but close to you again .
And then,
let the clouds of night
cover over
all the mapped out
points of light,
as we hide from sight
together
in our sheltered
habitation of the star.

From Next Steps to Paradise by PWChaltas

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