We Shall Not Age

by Timothy   Aug 27, 2012


We spent the night in a mystical wood.
Shadows, cloaked, wept over our innocent bodies
and rubbed knowledge up our grey nostrils.
The words of the sky, too dangerous to be tamed,
taught us the value of life that night.
And then all was live.
Colours flew from the trunk of trees,
and brushes soaked in paints of blue and gold
melted on our tongues.
Symphonies fell off staves
and whistled from the village in the north.
Jeering men weaved throughout the bushes
and the sight of joyous children echoed through our hearts.
And then we left through nooks of old,
and age we did not flower fold.

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  • 13 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Excellent in every way Timothy. Your work never falters but continues to impress
    TJ

  • 13 years ago

    by Timothy

    Thanks for the praises guys, appreciated as always! I agree, Thomas, time and existence prevent us from enjoying our treasured moments. It's up to us to value the little things that present themselves.

  • 13 years ago

    by Thomas

    Very imagery painted here.

    We all wish we could be young forever but then the very reason of our existence would be gone. If we have sense of urgency in our lives then we would do nothing at all.

  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    Oh, I can relate this to the fountain of youth!
    Awesome write, Timothy..glad your back... I think 'is' in the 1st verse should be 'in' ?

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