Caste a Spell On Me
a tire swing
in her tree
a bird nest
not for soup
but to eat
i'm an old
soul but
now a
child
going
around
going
again
attempting
enlightenment
but never
to obtain
say it again
as i've heard
it again and
again
but IT won't
let me in
for before
the gate as i've
waited countless
times stating i
don't want
to come
in
unless
hand in
hand with
her preferring
to be a life's partner
to the lonely goal
of an everlasting
celestial soul
not complete
without her
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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