I am old
In a young way,
With wrinkled skin so white
You follow its creamy ups and downs
So closely
That all there is
Is soft and smooth.
I am long gone
But here to stay,
Silent and invisible,
Just hollow enough
For you to hear
The echoes.
I am
Inborn,
Unborn,
Reborn.
I am
Your
First
Wish.
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Carol Ann Hoel
Mystical and magical. Inborn, unborn, reborn. I am your first wish! The entire verse represents great use of words creating enchanting images. Lovely poem. Thank you. Blessings to you…
jacsprat
I’m glad you liked it. I was just thinking that no matter how much you plan out your life, it’s probably going to turn out differently than you thought. Then of course you feel silly for your dreams, but you never can quite get rid of them because they’re a part of who you are.
Monica
lovely
jacsprat
Thanks! That’s just what I think a person’s dreams are! 🙂