Polished Door

Dance,sing ,jump, and whisper

It’s time to say and tell

A magical poet from the seaside

It’s an old , it’s a tale of new

Stop and listen and hear he cried

It’s long , it’s shallow, it’s a lie or truth

The birds listen and find the twist

Mountains and thunderstorms and lightning

It’s dark  it was lost, it’s crawling

A voice is shouting, walking, and asking

What is life , is it you , is it me , is it them ?

It’s always a calling, a mission, a purpose

Leaving , attached, separate, or a use

Loneliness, self centeredness, it’s a mirror

Haunting, following, ceasing, and never

ending!

Only one is sure , a soul , a rested mind

Finds a true peace , a true life

To end a worldly life is a world

Packed and glued, and yet departed

Embrace and collect, symbolic

Polished window life

It’s the only way to real, reborn life !

_Wewe_

Aspiring Writer