My Perfect Soul
A blanket of sparkles, my perfect soul
cloud and light and shimmering flawless
above. My spirit companion, my sister,
or wife, is my Eve, my lover of light.
My perfect soul reveals all I see,
all that I am and what forever shall be.
Although at first, I’d hoped to touch her
for years each night with wont to hold her
this is not the true path, not the real life.
God’s ways are different from mine.
My perfect soul is my freshet of life, all
joy and dream and faithful merriment
sometimes my blanket of sparkles enraptures,
in sheer living light my companion clothes me
for a time until she, my sister-wife, rejoins.
Suffuse with white can I do no wrong
for my soul is the daughter of God.