Lost spires of our soul’s compass

Lost spires of the soul's compass

What is it you
see through
the thick haze?
Does your mind
stand on end
in an empty
hollow,
waiting to fell
the moment’s
marrow and trap
distant echoes?
Will an airplane’s
engine drone
drop in
overhead
and whisper
where
sunshine
goes
to spy on
the lost spires
of your soul’s
compass?
How low does
this ceiling shrink
amid windrows
with no breath?
At what cost do I
eke higher ground,
evicting oxygen
for clarity?
What does Nature
have in store for me,
if not a dizzying destiny?

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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7 Responses to Lost spires of our soul’s compass

  1. wordshereandthere says:

    Reblogged this on snehafatehpuria18.

  2. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    The higher ground you seek must be envisioned without sight so you can truly appreciate the view when breaking through into the light…

  3. J. Frye says:

    “to spy on the lost spires” – Excellent line in an amazing piece. Well done. ;D

  4. Morgan says:

    I enjoyed this very much! 🙂 Thank you for sharing your talent and ocntinuing to inspire me!

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