Soul Search

Snowflake, fingerprint, newborn, pocket lent.
All unique, empty, divine.

But with life in its flux
A near infinite crux
Would be had if one searched for that gold soul of mine

For you’d have to collect the entire green earth,
And each star that appears in the night.
Grab the love that I feel, which above all is real,
And shines in the darkness, providing me sight.

But that endless abyss, that oft sends us amyss,
That pure black you would have to snag too-
Though it surely would flee, just before you could see,
That it’s something no light, can shine fully through

You’d also, I say, need to find yourself
For inside of you i’ll always be-
But from birth until death, my soul hides in each breath
and it also resides in the you within me.