My soul aches and almost breaks
the news of guns, the murderous fun–
what does it take
to awaken them
the ones who kill
the ones who rape?
In dreams at night, my soul flies light
across the seas, across the sky–
What does it take
to keep awake
for hopes to soar
for dreams to roar?
A flower blooms, the morning sky,
my soul enchanted, I might cry–
there is love and beauty—and so why?
what does it take
for them to awake
before we’re gone, before too late?
So, dance me Soul
from here to there
from sun to moon
to stellar tunes–
and as I prance,
maybe they’ll dance
and then—perhaps–we’ll have a chance.
This is for dVerse. Paul asked us to write “a soulful poem, a soul gazing haibun, a soul-filled sonnet. . .”
It is also World Poetry Day.