Leo Shelton © from the recently released “RHYTHMS – Poetry and Muse”

My soul moves…
Through triumphants and dismays,
Touches kidz and ole people
In ways

Reaching out, it inhales
And suffocates
And loves
And dances
And moves

To music unsung
And words unspoken
With the truth and clarity of a butterfly’s swirl

My soul moves
Mountains and streams
People and things
Challenges un-seemed

With characters of own,
It’s strong
It moves…

It hugs and kisses
And salutes
And teaches and punishes
The weak,
…My soul moves

like rides of amusement
through tunnels of open road
endearing to see
more so to behold
…brother, my soul moves

at speeds you would not believe
through mountains,
round trees,
into lives
and other’s souls
you see
…my soul, it moves…