Is there a soul’s iridescence br Taking on the hue of this world, br Reflecting it back br In resolute affirmation, br Without proof, doubt, or theory, br Leaping and leaving itself behind br In a question, in a promise— br Its former fire, for someone else br To ask and decide, to see and admire? br br Is there a soul’s evanescence br Vanishing colorless in the cold, br Blending now into oblivion? br Its goodness abandoned, br Hope betrayed, does it die br Fragile as a myth held br Too tightly until today? br Does it leap and leave it all behind; br Leap and leave it all behind?br br Gary Wittbr br