The Spirit is a physical being
The Soul holds her hands
The mind binds their vows
Uniting mythical lands

Bringing to life
And giving body to
Phenomenons long unseen
By those hearts untrue

Seeing is not believing
Manipulation loves the eyes
Only the pure in spirit
Can deviate from the lies

The Spirit smiles a knowing smile
Knowing her invisibility makes her no less
She wears power and strength
It flows about her as a dress

She hides not
But remains unseen
Living her life as a legend
As if a floating dream

She is not in your life
But your life in her merit
Even the Soul
Bows to the Spirit

So seek her with clouded eyes
For until then you shall not see
And until without assumptions
In blind darkness you'll be.

M.L