Bound Again

Your soul looks out from

behind your eyes

and would, I think,

leave that place

To meet me

between these worlds

and mingle here outside

of space.

And our spirits would soar

at moments of touch

like autumn leaves

in the wind

carrying the prayers of

deeply rooted trees

mingle and dance once

but not again.

For as trees are rooted

deeply

and the earth enfolds

their roots

and binds them to the soil,

Our souls are bound tightly

soul to body, body to earth

and earth to world.

But listen,

you and I can dance

outside ourselves

once

and touch souls

as eyes make contact.

But can we shake loose

the leaves from

their roots

and the dreams

from their root-beds?

I might try

if you’ll look up to me

with that soul

from behind those eyes

that calm

And give me courage

to chance the fall

I may let go

and soar with you awhile.

High in the shimmering air

just once in the shimmering air

before I perish in this earth

of body

and find my soul bound again.