Sometimes,
I give presents to my soul,
\'Look,\' I say,
\'See that!\'
And I fancy that my soul
swells just a little
and its colours swirl and flash
\'Listen,\' I say
\'Hear that!\'
And my soul becomes pensive and quiet,
Richer and deeper
\'Ah\', I say,
\'Smell that!\'
And my soul is caught in the webs of memory,
And Beauty is breath
\'Oo\', I say,
\'Feel that!\'
And my soul broods over another texture
The Braille of the Spirit
\'Mm,\' I say,
\'Taste that!\'
And my soul enjoys the intimacy of the tongue,
devouring, and being devoured by the kisses
I exchange with the world
My soul needs these gifts
To grow
It needs to feed upon the world
And perform that ancient alchemy
that brings Beauty from the Chaos