Soul speaks

I sit and watch the

Sun rise the balloons

Rise the spirits gently

Nustle their way up

To the heavens.

And here I hear the

Gentle voice of soul

Speaking her quiet voice

Her whispering voice that

Grows into a roar.

And here we stand,

Together again for the

First time, the time

Immemorial, the time that

Echoes down into future time.

Here soul speaks.