Artificial Spark
You took my hand but then pulled away.
"You have an artificial light within your soul.
Not to say it isn't lovely."
Sweetly you looked into my eyes and asked me why.
I've been thinking, kicking around what you said.
Swirling leaves
Flying through space,
Caught in the vortex of sadness.
Laughing, evil monkeys and serpents at my heels.
It is only because I lost my soul
That I had to create another one.
--Robyn Faulkner 2007