Poem: The Soul Remembers

The soul remembers, soft and deep,
Whispers carried in a timeless sweep.
A dance of shadows, a spark of light,
Flickering softly in the silent night.

It knows the songs the wind has sung,
The dreams of places old and young.
In every echo, in every sigh,
The soul remembers, it cannot lie.

Through endless ages, through every breath,
It holds the stories of life and death.
Not bound by time, not bound by space,
It moves with grace, in endless chase.

A fleeting moment, a quiet sound,
The soul remembers, it is unbound.
In love, in loss, in every tear,
It carries memories, forever near.

So when you feel the pull of fate,
Know the soul remembers, it will wait.
For every journey, for every start,
The soul remembers, it knows the heart.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie