Winner

Has Anybody Seen My Soul?

They say I’ve lost my soul.

I’ll take the desolation if it feels this good:
the glares and glances if I can be this joyful.

It was only a hot, powerless, human act
on a cold Midwinter night
when we were alone and he wasn’t ploughing,

And he entrapped me in his arms
and took everything I ever had
and it was incredible and further and seamless
and all the life of my present-day and my forthcoming

And now I have no soul but a glow fills me up
from the inside out so I’ll take the swap.

How weak is our God!
How pitiful his strength!
If all it took was a smooth moonlight
to steal from his own hands,
I’d do it again just to feel omnipotent as he.

But I’ve lost my soul.

They say you shouldn’t look your reflection in the eye
or you will be cursed:
well, I’ve got nothing to lose now, have I?
Orbs stare back but they are empty blue
like the middle of the fire
or the winter sky reflected in his eyes.

Are they mine? Maybe they hold my missing piece.
I lean closer; a splash a choke a sigh
but I reach for my soul
I can see it just there but why can’t I reach it?
Deeper it goes but a flash of red like lava
where has the sky gone but…