On Soul's Pact

                On  Soul’s  Pact.

We  are   not   Faustus, nor  are  we craving

To  Sell  our  souls  or   Save  our  souls.

Our   souls  are  compacted, predestined

into   another day care  of  mission.

These  days  are abominably  dry.

 Also  more  care  for  bodies,  health  care,

Beauty  care   and bounteous  care.

Time   may cease: trees may  get  burnt out.

Mounds multiply, pooling  may  go  dry,

Yet  Time is  set by  Eternal, Eternity is set

By Time. Soul  flies on the wings of  Eternity.

It is  a   mystique travelogue.