Old Words

Old friends rediscovered and treasured.

Old Words

Greetings old friends.  I thought you were lost... 

A treasure, unearthed, covered with grass, dirt and moss.

Words that span the decades, they always spoke my heart,

Though you were gone for a while we were never truly apart.

I lovingly smooth out the wrinkles and peruse you with pleasure and glee,

Thoughts of love and passion was that- truly me?

 

Songs of love and lust, that lifted me off the ground,

Suspended me in enthralled enchantment. 

Only to come crashing down. 

I learned that love is a victim of its own passion.  Such conflagration, heat, and fire that can be ignited in a flash,

Can have only one result, all that will be left is ash.

 

I smile as I tried to pierce the veil of mystery that surrounds us.  The universal truths that Teases us all…who can see!

The universal soul, the collective unconscious of humankind I know it does exists,

However, when I try to grasp it in my hand it vanishes in a mist.

 

Old friends, Old words.

I will always have you beside me to remind me of those simple times.

Where life could be reduced… explained… with mere prose and rhyme.

 

As I prepare for the end and as the decades, tick away

A poet’s gift is their passion for they must always have words to say.

 

Old friends.

 

 

Oddpoet