layers
by admin • August 7, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 2 Comments
an old soul
in a little girls mind
carried by
a midlife body
forever caught
only within
self
no arms are strong enough to hold
no hands are fast enough to catch
no lips are brave enough to kiss
no hearts are deep enough to see
arms stretched out open wide
twirling in circles
faster faster faster
with flying hair
waiting to fall again
as it always happens
yet it feels so good
this moment of dizziness
this moment of nothing
the old soul knows well, has seen it all
the little girls mind loves the world being naive
the midlife body patiently, and with a smirk on her lips, awaits life’s grand finale
what comes after death?
This is a very deep poem. I wasn’t expecting it to just appear when I entered this site, so I wonder if this yet another sign for me to decode. The poem resonated with me, as if some how you the writer picked on my very thoughts. Thank you for writing this..
enchanting-it is as though you saw my soul, my mind. the old and the young and the in-between.