The shadow of your soul

The shadow of your soul
Sweeps and rushes like the wind
Across the pale and moaning sea
To where my life falls dark and still.
There, it stirs the heart of amethyst
And croons with harp-like voice
Until it shines into a parted sea
And my starless nights are gone.

Carry yourself

If you can carry yourself
With the weight of your entire soul
Upon your shoulders,
You can wade through
Even the deepest river
Crossing your path;
Dry-shoed and warm
Without sacrificing a single layer
To the river wild.