by Joe Beth Taylor
Tranquil soul oft' visits me
and soothes me with her grace.
Touches me softly, steals me easily
lulls me to her softly knowing heart,
takes away the loneliness of night,
creates doubt of the 'morrow.
Now i follow her
never knowing if her isolation is really true
or a poignant symbol of never forgotten pain.
Let me share it with you, sweet soul!
I die, slowly staring at your distant eyes..
tranquil soul... you hold myself.