passing years reflection poem poetry |
I know it - years whispered away, quietly. I never knew I would age. Here I enter the phase - reflection, regrets, memories, tears. I am weary, this Capricorn drive, knowing childhood would arrive late in life: energy, plans, travels, acceptance of infinity........giggles.. I know it, I have made the journeys, loved deeply, lost despairingly, giving up, but breathing.. These words have no point,no purpose...... Years whisper, butterflies.emerge, birthings of baby sparrows... I see the world, confused, but I will fly, afraid, Ialways afraid. Now I have wisdom, melancholy, tears, a deep understanding of family a bond.. Feeling my Mom hold me, loving, encouraging life, changes, passing time, seconds, Reflections, perhaps peace, asking how have I made it this far; time is a clock, years are man made. Wisdom is all; The finest gift God gave me. A latre night reverie: I will count the stars as blessings; the shooting star as renewed faith, a strangers smile or baby's cry , as their beginnings. It is their time to hear the whisper of the years, the bountiful energy of youth; the yearning to explore the wonderful earth, sky and sea. I reflect tonight, I feel at peace.{c:/blue] God Bless. |