The Gifted Ones

This one is for you sweet child in the red specs

The wanderers that are seldom lost

Listening to the sound of the soul

The divinely set paths by the setting sun

Never feeling the thirst of long journeys

Words formed far below the horizon

Music that flows the heart

Putting shame to the devil in his mistakes

Some are the gifted ones

Freed by the music of the heart

Living outside the morning lines

Playing a guitar no one could fold

Their endings would never meet a begining

Flying by the waters least desired

They are your too thick spectacles

Letting their feet go where they desire to go

Swimming on lakes that are labeled forbidden

Never to repeat one mistake twice

Your misfits of predictive adolescence 

Drawing youth on the morning bench

Crying erratically of the sufferings of the world

The young heart that felt empathy for war torn souls

Witnessing division on a formed cloud

The words we let create life far below

They are the ones who have gifts made of light

Never letting a foolish reform to clip their wings

They sit just outside the lines

Listening to the winds of the soul

Reviews

[Pale Moon]

At first, i was reminded of skyrim hahaha xD

[B]

Lol thank you for the visit

[Coyote Poetry]

Worthwhile words share with great meaning and purpose.
""The young heart that felt empathy for war torn souls
Witnessing division on a formed cloud"
Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[B]

Thank you C
Thanks

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Wannabewriter16]

The way that you describe the paths that they take by the setting sun and the way that they follow where their feet take them.....absolutely beautiful.

[B]

Thank you thank you. I am humbled thank you

[Wannabewriter16]

Your welcome.

[apennylate]

Playing a guitar no one could fold... You have such unique ways of combining thoughts... Simply wonderful... Soulfully penned...

[B]

Thank you Silente

[apennylate]

Most welcome

[Ana B.]

Your writing always reflects the wisdom of an old soul. The words we utter always materialize and come back to us, maybe that's why we have to take care of what we say and be loyal to our word. Lovely done :)

[B]

Thank you Sweet Ana

[Paul Bell]

Think the girl in the red specs would be over the moon with the words you have written.
Love that last line.

[B]

Thank you monsieur Paul

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"Words formed far below the horizon
Music that flows the heart"

Just loved these lines. A beautiful piece.

[B]

she is a beautiful little child
this is all i could give her

thank you

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I'm glad you wrote this for her. You're welcome 😊

[wordman]

listening to the wind of the soul ,i really enjoyed the whole thing,the write,the image and the theme of the write

[B]

Thank you Wordman

[andrew mitchell]

Fourth line is it thirst??A nice write depicting a form of rebelliousness, breaking out, finding oneself but guided spiritually at the same time.

[B]

thank you Andrew
it is indeed
i tend to have problems with spelling late
strange