Old Souls

by sibyllene   Aug 21, 2011


I feel like I've known you
ever since I sprouted out of the garden,
covered in dirt and laughing at beetles. I feel like you
are my oldest thing,
that we shared our first words,
that my earliest memories
of songs and rhymes must have
tumbled into your ears.

Didn't we grow up together, running
through the woods in our dirt-streaked overalls, brandishing
twig swords, picking mushrooms, capturing
frogs in hopping piles? Didn't we hold hands
as mud squished between our toes, as we watched
the stars twirl slowly overhead, as we gathered
stones from the beach and polished them with our worries?

In every battle, I needed only to focus to hear your step behind me.
In every young romance, yours was the gaze I sought
over the shoulder of my lover. It was you, always,
putting the light in my eyes, claiming that secret smile hidden
in the corner of my lips.

I remember how you, my friend, had me serious and silly, brave
and young and ardent, had me swimming and sober and
weak at the knees.
I remember those first kisses and how they felt like the
thousandth, how they felt as sweet and simple and ancient
as sunlight and air.

I remember our hands twining, our
fingers pressing,
our pulses thudding in time
to the oldest possible rhythms.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Here for read #695983480248

    x0x0

  • 11 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    WONDERFUL!!

  • 11 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Oh Sibs, you really got me with this one... my eyes are watering. I sense this is for your lad, in which case you should show him :) It will make his heart melt!

  • 11 years ago

    by yogi73

    Good stuff

  • 11 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    ..

    SHUT UP,WOULD YOU JUST SHUT THE EFF UP...
    YOU CALL THIS POEM CHEESY ONE MORE TIME...
    I WILL FREAKING GO TO WHATEVER NARNIA OR PANDORA OR WHATEVER COUNTRY IT IS YOU LIVE IN..AND I WILL KICK YOUR BEHIND FOR DISRESPECTING THIS PIECE OF ART...

    YES,
    SO I READ THIS POEM LIKE 4/5/6 TIMES
    BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO COPY PASTE IT AND EXPLAIN WHY I LOVED EACH PIECE..
    I WANTED TO JUST UNDERSTAND IT SO GOOD,SO PERFECTLY...SOAK IT ALL IN..
    AND SPEAK ABOUT IT FREELY...

    *CALMS DOWN*

    OH WHAT THE HECK I AM NOT FREAKING CALMED DOWN.

    THIS..IS *BRITTISH ACCENT*
    BLOODY MAGNIFICENT.

    you described here,
    Childhood loving at its best...

    I almost felt as if I was watching Little rascals or some ef like that because a was like M babyQurl.. A recall damn mud between my toes when i was a little kid...

    Sybss,This piece is so beautiful...
    I feel like grabbing your shoulders and shaking it to make you understand how amazing i found this to be...

    the use of word...not to complex,yet not simple
    the thingy about looking over the shoulder.. first kisses...ahh *BURST INTO TEARS LIKE SPONGEBOB*....

    i am completely inlove with this piece I cant even...

    this is the kind of poem that makes you just wanna go on..

    truth be told i was sad when it ended...i was like 'i want more :('
    ....

    You held my interest from the title till the very last letter...

    and many may think i'm exxagerating...or uhm over doing it...or over praising this poem...

    *AMERICAN GHETTO ACCENT*

    evry body and they mama can think what they want about this comment...but M babyGurl..I just think this is fantastic...And Who ever doesnt like it..
    can sit they ass down and suck it up..

    Cause
    I is what I is...

    Mm.