Great Souls

Sometimes the souls come together, from out of nowhere. The magic cannot be held or contained, and there are no real boundaries that could be enforced on something so natural, unexpected or not. The soul. So much greater than any other thing, for it is invisible, almost dependent upon the mind and just how free you can be, and how grand the scale you can cope with branching out to mentally. It is a thing of ever blossoming beauty to behold. To float forever as part of everything, etched into the history of this earth. The very way that the wind moves and the stars light up the night sky. I can feel the souls wrapped up in all of that. The way everything has its own voice, the way the days leave us and always come back to find us, and even in the end something new will be formed, with souls drifting forever around and through it all.

The great souls are the ones that keep, the ones that hold all the candles, on a sea of candles, lighting the way for the lost ships, leading us out of the darkness. Just to feel them so near, it all becomes clear.