Searching For The Soul

Searching for the Soul By Pasquale Lorina


The Sun is bright the grass is green
Trees are in bloom their buds a flow
I walk through in peacefulness

Nor the place or the hour is quite familiar
Yet there is a sense of the soul
Hills and meadows abound, I know where I am

The stones and the names are washed with time
The names are unknown yet honored just the same
I walk through in peacefulness

I find the place, it’s known to me
The name is marked, my name but not I
I remember him so long ago

I walk with him from this place
Side by side, two but one
His name shall I bear, the soul lives on