Intangible

curled up tight in a ball of fur
an unknown soul rests within her
of beautiful eyes and graceful essence
mournfully swimming in absent presence

in collective moments of weakness
she weeps for that which is not possible
to touch her internal core physically
and calmly caress it knowingly

although just beneath the surface
of skin and orchestral matter
there is a binding of both natures
abounding in abstraction

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 03/26/2010 7:04 pm est