Knowledge of the Soul
Knowledge of the soul
In soul’s own book is wrapped
In papers manifold
proportions, harmonies of kind
The lives of noble kings and queens unfold
The images divine.
The light on man awakens her
Emerging beauty to behold in time
The hero’s penance wakens her
And clears the eye of mind.
And So:
Knowledge of the soul
Is wrapped in books its own
Recalled anew to each each time
A dance ensouled
Of memory and mind.
mmcdonald77 
I enjoyed your use of words.
I like my poems- which is probably a bad sign. Moron the menue under “Poetry,” Odysseus sees Naausika.