In Thy Soul's Proximity Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

In Thy Soul's Proximity

Soon the fairy buds of spring will break
And gaily will the scented blossoms dance
All Nature from unconscious sleep awake
Renew with earth her many-hued romance.

O comrade soul we shall not hear again
The wren aburst with song, the eagle's cry
Or tread the airy mosses in the glen
For you have flown the nest and life's awry.

O spirit of thy inner self aware
The world is still too cruel to cherish thee,
But I have grown to breathe a vaster air
For dwelling in thy soul's proximity.