Some Other Soul

Save me not
From this world
Shop of horrors

One who will
Save me yet
From myself

Perpetual
Broken heartedness
Self imposed abandon

Whose presence
Has gravity
Of the kind kind

Holds up a mirror
Says, I like your flaws
They match your expectations

Then we hold hands
Into the wide blue
Sky, sea and yonder

Once it turns
Red, orange, pink
Sit in wonder

Till sleep befalls
Stars unnumbered
Past light future wish

Some other soul
Like mine

Any day now

Hemmed in by chosen
Memories
Discarded ones collect
Pools of regret
Out in the driveway

Older I get
Smaller the space
I inhabit
More selective
What constitutes
A treasure in my mind

Music, art and books
Unread stories
To discover soon as
I set foot
Out of the hallways
Of yesterday
Any day now
Sketch of a Macleay’s Swallowtail c2021.