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Tangible Soul

It sat in the upper right hand corner of the shelf
Mahogany and dust filled all of the other nooks,
except this one.

Light flecked off of each cut of the crystal
From time to time it caught his eye
He peered up at it whenever his pen was too heavy,
Or his papers became too thick

It sat, perfectly still,
Just like it is now
But with every ray of sun,
He could see it beat
Sometimes so quickly
That it became a glorious hum

With a creak and rustle,
he would lean back against the warm leather,
And watch the luminous gleam set with the sinking sun

Guests stopped and inspected
He wouldn’t tell them,
But always thought to say:
“Call her crazy, but she gave me her heart,
And there it is, up in that nook forever”