Our souls are old

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem I wrote based on a thought I had while I was walking by the sea. I looked at the water, and it felt as if I had been doing it for way longer than just 19 years.

Our souls are old,

they were children together, in France

grew up playing together on an emerald hill

one hid and the other sought, among the fruit trees

we were dressed in linen clothes:

yours wore a hat that bobbled on the top of your head

I expected it to fall every time you ran,

Chasing after me, with my long hair of gold,

that shimmered under the warm spring sun

we were young together on a cliff in Ireland,

dancing in the wind by the stormy blue sea

ours arms wide open, hearts exposed, eyes bright from hoping

we stared straight at each other,

believing in words yet unspoken,

rosy-cheeked, messy-haired,

bare-footed but fully covered in dreams,

our souls were adults together in England,

where we were the best kept of our secrets,

meeting in narrow labyrinths of thorny bushes,

turning the white of their roses red with the blood from our gashes,

formally dressed but constantly up to no good

needing each other way more than any food

We grew old in a small wooden house in Scotland

surrounded by a golden wheat field,

that trembled, as the wind blew upon it

playing its ears, morphing them into its cords

and us into his only but lucky spectators

We had long before stopped working the lands

but a lifetime had left many marks on our hands

they shook slightly, when we reached for each other’s

while watching the horizon, at every sunset

as the crows flew away, before the night fell,

but the corn stayed; turned orange, then red,

we have lived so many lives, and yet

I never remember how we got separated,

I only know that when my eyes finally closed

I smiled in farewell, knowing we would meet again,

In the following life and then the next.

Our souls are old,

you know, they have travelled for centuries

but their journey has yet to come to an end.

Submitted: May 19, 2020

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Criss Sole

Beautiful imagery and very touching story. I especially loved the line, "needing each other more than any food." That is true love right there.

Tue, May 19th, 2020 4:57pm

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