naked I stand before you
just hair skin and bonesI possess nothing that is physical
my hair turns grey without
my knowing or wishing it
my skin wrinkles and peels
the muscles that held it taught
now weak beyond my control
my bones have become brittle
they ache and show signs of bending
when once they stood erect
they do this without my wanting
thoughts I carry are mine,
though,
they prance about as I wishI can express them with words
at least to the extent of my abilities
my hearts soul floats sometimes
in selfless ways but seemingly
always desiring of care and love
I am willing to share its spirit
whenever to whatever and whoever
wishes to share
have seen an abundance of suns
the winds have carried
its shadow before millions of
starsthe winds have carried
and thousands of moons
it has shared dreams
many with eyes wide open
my thoughts and my hearts soul
are the only things I possess
I am willing to share them
with whatever other shadows
riding the wind but ithey must
embrace my gift
in its heartfelt and soulful wrappings
lovely.
ReplyDeletethoughts I carry are mine, though,
ReplyDeletethey prance about as I wish
I can express them with words
at least to the extent of my abilities
I love this!
Knowing who you are and that you are ready to give freely of yourself to one who is worthy and sees YOU for all that you are~
I certainly embrace your words...
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ReplyDeleteBrain dead this morning...a tough week...I thought I had come to Andrea's blog. But that doesn't matter because this was so beautiful. Yes, our thoughts are our own and thank heavens they are. This resonated with me.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. You (almost) make the aging process seem benign!
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