Oversoul

You cleanse yourself of me today
I cleanse myself of self
You say it is ego above my head
I say what beauty, wealth
I have abundance in wits end
That tears apart my faith
I mend my faith
Which mends my heart
My heart it searches
My feet they wait
I give you strength
In subtle words
Which are quiet
As the day
I write a note
To let you know
You're still out with me
Still today
I pluck the moment
Of the saints
Such a saintly way
To purify helps
With words
The words they
Make me stay
You tell me where there is no past
The future cannot stay
We stop and speak
You dig beneath
Oh I hate it when you
See me so
It plucks at me like
Puck's fair Queen
Joyous fairy, youth
Which tempers
With lost souls
I lavish in the Word
Which is sturdy and Consoles
I find strength in straight, I
Narrowly avoid sway
My harm which drags in tow
In truth I linger still today
Yet still I do not know
At just what way I can
Comprehend
Or how middle the path to go
I am stalled by the fall of man
Which tells me in my temple, slow
I try to say I stand
But drawn it pulls me back
Oh, Power, flow
Pull me back
I fear not harm
I fear our loving soul depth.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©