NOTHING BUT SOUL

The dark shadow

which invaded my eyes

I abhor,

these blood red stains

with no knowledge of ceasefire.

Silvery chains are clinging to my instinct,

spitting on my inner brightness.

I loathe bodies,

heavy ballasts occulting regal spirits,

burdens piled on noble hearts

forced to mediocrity.

I want to be soul,

nothing but soul,

not a woman,

not on this soiled land.

Being diaphanous angel

is my desire,

escaping the frailness of life.

I want to ride the clouds,

forget the legs anchoring me to the earth.

I want to fly,

melt with the black of cypresses,

savour my wrecking.