"Youthful, Spirit Visions" ©Mary Montague Sikes |
Youthful
Sometimes in my dreams I hold a baby.
She is beautiful, bright, and unafraid.
When I awaken, I want her to be there,
But she isn't my real world child.
Sometimes I look through a window
Into the cluttered world beyond.
The flowers bloom yellow and bright,
But they are not my flowers.
Sometimes I dance into my imagination.
Charm and beauty put up a wall.
I reach to my beginning,
But it is not my story.
Sometimes I know the meaning that
Once upon a time youth knew.
Now I walk with a different stride
And long for those who are no more.
Mary Montague Sikes
2 comments:
I have met many people who have not become wiser as they age but actually wither into their own misery. I have also met people who blossom and, through living, have become wise but have remained youthful in spirit. Your poem is very thought provoking
Thank you, Birgit. Youthful means different things to people. We can all remain young at heart and with our ideas. Like beauty, youth is fleeting.
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