My Soul Is
By Ruth Y. Nott
Copyright 2002
My soul is afire
with desire
for the unknown.
My soul is a-flutter
a butter-
fly drifting alone.
My soul is free
but can see
only chains.
My soul is sad
it had
nothing to gain.
My soul would wander
to yonger -
ever wending.
My soul still dreams
and it seems
never ending.
My soul is giving,
forgiving, and true.
My soul is awaiting
the mating
with you.
