Where Souls Do Go
I feel your presence, where ere I go,
You must feel mine, this much I know,
The soul must show, how could it not,
For souls all go, to a special spot.
When you're asleep, and so lightly breathing,
Your soul travels up, while you are dreaming,
My soul ascends, to meet yours there,
It follows yours, without a care.
They walk, they talk, they dance on air,
They work with others, that would despair,
They leave our bodies, to seek refresh,
From all life's troubles, and mortal stress.
Daniel Lloyd Kennedy