The Poet's Soul

A torso floats through empty space

Powerful and graceful as it slowly gives chase

It is the very epitome of articulation and style

In a velvet blackness which knows nothing of the emotions such grandeur should rile.

Spinning endlessly throughout the cosmos, so noble and regal

Shoulders unbending, the pride of an eagle.

Moved beyond words by the surrounding majesty

Humbled by beauty so profound, it borders on travesty.

By Stephen L. Pollard