#oldsouls
The waves tickle the shore,
Kissing the earth, reminding her
That she is loved.
The sand lives between
The rocks, gently holding and
Keeping them safe.
The trees whisper
Sweet nothings, that ring the
Chimes in my old soul.
And the mountains hug what I cannot.
The sun brings life to the day, and
Comfort in the dusk...
When it melts into oranges, pinks & golds.
Beams of safety coat the ocean.
Golden light washes over me, and
Penetrates my body.
That is when I see you there,
Letting the light lift you;
Dissipate you.
Right now, we are 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 energy.
We are timeless in our golden hour.
I never want to leave this daze.
Let's stay in this golden way.
'Cause it's pretty cool,
That we can stop time,
𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵?
▪︎ mica light ▪︎
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 1:52 AM UTC
don’t be afraid to fall in love
especially when the One your with is fading away
but the one you’ve known only for a day
is there for you when you needed Them most
because it doesn’t take love to know someone inside and out
it takes two souls that were bonded at the start
love ignites at the sight of life
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
The sky was so blue
Parched paper meadow
Of a deeply delicate twilight
The sky was
The tree
And it swayed
Sobbing clean whistle
So shyly did the tickled bristle
Tenderly bow welcome here
And the tree was
A wave so
Sea-glow clear and satin shadowed it was
The sea
Summoned sweetly its
Deep kaleidoscope in carbonated breath
As old as my soul and
These deep seas were the river running sky.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
Dear Douglas, so wise, so kind
I see the world within your eyes
Your shining soul, your steady light
Has helped me through the darkest night
With knowledge and wisdom that I have absorbed
No memory of words you've spoken can be recalled
But simply a knowing of what is right and wrong
My soul rejoices and sings your song
I’m grateful beyond words to know your voice
To feel its vibration, it was my choice
To open and welcome new ideas of old
And grow and develop myself into gold
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
My gypsy heart longs for the road
my ears wait for the stories told
throughout the years, passed down the line
stories that have outlived time.
My wandering eyes yearn for the stars
let's pack our bag, live in the car
with a forest bedroom in the trees
pillows made from maple leaves.
My gypsy heart cries for the skies
begging them to come alive
to wash away our soiled souls and
let us live in times of old.
My bleeding ears search for the song
but every sound I hear is wrong
in vain I try to find the tune
as the sun rays burn away the moon.
My gypsy heart calls out your name
in hope that yours will do the same
two sorry souls joined into one
our journey, now, has just begun.
My waiting lips anticipate
the commencement of our woven fates
as we lie upon the forest floor
you leave me wanting so much more.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
Fallen angels and pixies and such,
Look into Earth’s skies,
Remembering much,
Of their life as it was,
Time and energy fields,
From the young star above us,
To the way the wind feels...
Could it ever compare
To the home that once was?
Oh, I say to you, “yes…”,
Yes, it can,
And it does.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC