We Are Old Souls
We are old souls
April 27, 2014 at 7:16pm
We are all old souls
Full of ideas and dreams that fill our imagination
We paint our thoughts on stone
Fire and smoke open our souls
Fire warms our bodies
As the smoke fills our heads
We let it sting our eyes and fill our lungs
We share our drink and pass our food
We share our memories with our song
Our conversations and contemplations of life and death
This we offer to each other
We swing on the oaken door of history that leaves splinters in our hands
So to remember our time
Wondering what went before and wondering what will be
The fire and smoke pulls this from us
As it has many eons before to continue our stories
Gathered in darkened caves
Deep shaded forests, secluded beaches and desert lands
Wherever we may find ourselves
We share in our kindred reverie.
Copyright © Dennis Jones | Year Posted 2014
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