Soul

A whispering silver-white feather-light sound

That only those with opened eyes can

Hear, nudging at your heart

A silver-white-green you, removed from
The confines of common thought
Ambiguously existing on a higher level
Of being

A snarling silver-white-gray wolf with
Blue-green-indigo-violet eyes
Disgusted and horrified by the
Havoc you have caused, hurt you have seen

A lonely ball of silver-white-indigo stars,
Nebulas floating in search of something true
To believe in, a home to stay

A pinprick of silver-white-blue hope
Trapped in the black hole of your mind
Reaching
   Reaching
        Reaching...
And finding a hand,
Glowing silver-white-gray-green-blue-indigo-violet
Reaching
    Reaching
         Reaching...
And finding you.