dishevelled soul

if i could sing you my soul songs
and let the notes rise
and ride the stormy breeze
that softly, fiercely caress my face. . .
i would offer them to you
dedicate the tunes to you
because i know
your soul would open up
to receive them,
allow them. . .
their echoes would wrap around you,
enfold and swathe you,
move through you, feel you
and it would be as if
wisps of our souls are entwined, tangled
uniting together
and through this dishevelled soul web
would vibrate, quiver and throb
the spirit of our hearts