Neil Higgins

Soul Alive

What is this that fills the air?

The faeries that glow, that seek my lair, roses, and thistles’ kiss for today's smile.

Maybe the taste of willow wine has sort a 

while, as blooms of silver and gold glow in natural grace 

things so cloud-driven do under a pace.

Airy worlds, as sleepy as ice, with threads of lace twine and sing 

in orchestrations charm and sound bringers of the dance slumber. 

Through sunrise found is this am I the soulmate of Alice's dreams

or are wonders of classic violins pouring as cello's seams. 

Maybe the pace of age tells you to sing, then to daylights call

majestic fireflies blare their trumpets tune to 

nature's relevant stall be seen, be clean, between the good days

and nights of monthly strides to charm

haystack straws of sleepy pillow bed on this word play driven yarn.


  • Author: Neil Higgins (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2022 05:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: Yet another old one from me. A spiritual amble into full life Renewed.
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.


  • Teddy.15

    And a very warm welcome back from me dear Higgins. 💖

    • Neil Higgins

      Thank you.I needed time out,have finished my mother's rockery project,recharged the batteries,plugged in,switched on the base fender,strummed up some Hendrix and Dave Gilmour,and I'm back 😎

    • Doggerel Dave

      Definitely a case made for that willow wine, Neil.
      A cloud of enveloping richness there.

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