Could It Be

Could It Be

The journey is complicated

By the needs of the flesh

Could it be

Our soul and spirit

                                                      Has no needs

          No love no hate

It simply waits

In a state of indifference

As the flesh leaves evidence

                                           Of selfishness

             All jagged scars

                                        That marked the path

               Traveled by the flesh

That needs… To feel skin

            To taste sin again and again

To touch the untouchable

Without control

  Could it be

                                            That after death

      Of skin and flesh

The spirit can fly away free

Without the anchor of temptation

Could it be

Lonely Eyes Inside Of Wrinkles-
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy