Is there a soul’s iridescence <br />Taking on the hue of this world, <br />Reflecting it back <br />In resolute affirmation, <br />Without proof, doubt, or theory, <br />Leaping and leaving itself behind <br />In a question, in a promise— <br />Its former fire, for someone else <br />To ask and decide, to see and admire? <br /> <br />Is there a soul’s evanescence <br />Vanishing colorless in the cold, <br />Blending now into oblivion? <br />Its goodness abandoned, <br />Hope betrayed, does it die <br />Fragile as a myth held <br />Too tightly until today? <br />Does it leap and leave it all behind; <br />Leap and leave it all behind?<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-46/
