Ancient Soul
Ye an ancient soul,
That poems touch the heart, mind, body and soul.
You try at times not to loose control.
The lines that are written have such deep meaning,
That sometimes it is so hard to hold on to that feeling.
Because of the negativity, it is so fleeting,
The world would be a different place,
That it would be almost a catatonic state.
But many do not hold grace,
Instead so many just an empty space.
They misplace their love,
Not even like a flying dove,
But shove it into a box
With so many locks.
Only one will need the key.
To set them all free.
Or maybe two
That would be a couple,
They will be more than subtle
They will have to change,
What many have made deranged.
But nothing is out of range,
When true love is involved.
Because the two are highly evolved.
Copyright © Tara Ann Mcnally | Year Posted 2007
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