OLD SOUL : She runs with grey wolves, to where the raven calls, She dances with moonbeams, beneath old waterfalls, She avoids the blatant sun, preferring soft greying shadows, Avoiding hordes & crowds, preferring dawn´s soft meadows. She´s an old soul. She calls to all the wild winds & chatters to ancient breezes, She is never fazed when winter knocks kicks & coldly freezes, She holds the dark velvet nights, close to her heaving breast, Avoiding hard voices, harsh lights & preferring, to softly rest. She´s an old soul. She needs no human being, no man, woman or little child, She is happy to be alone, to walk ancient paths, free & wild, She touches old tree barks & they in turn, touch her heart, Avoiding cruel people, those who tear her soft feelings apart. She´s an old soul. She stoops to kiss dropped petals of the sad & fading blooms, She whispers to the birds & sends wishes upon their plumes, She knows she is an old child, of those long past yesteryears, Avoiding futile ebbing tides, those of man´s wept bitter tears. She´s an old soul. She is not a collector of friends, but, a gatherer of stones & shells, She prefers the discarded feathers, to absorbing folk´s told hells, She seeks the solitude of saints & the hermit in his hidden home, Avoiding life´s sordid dross, always preferring, to be all alone. She´s an old soul. SUE LOBO ©: POEM BY SUE LOBO: BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK IS NOT MINE TO CLAIM, ONLY TO ADMIRE & SHARE. THE ARTIST IS UNKNOWN TO ME BUT I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW WHO IT IS SO AS TO CREDIT THEIR WORK: (ARTWORK SHARED FROM-The Pagan Musings Public Page)
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 10:01:33 +0000
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