The Web Poetry Corner - Tanya Ruth Larson - Old Soul
Old Soul
by
Tanya Ruth Larson
Old Soul
You're back as an old soul,
Sailing through a personality
Your previous lives foretold;
When I told you that your eyes glazed,
Like it's a dream you want to remember.
And when you told me
I have the eyes of desire, I knew
I'd loved you before.
Generations have surpassed you,
You had to live it all again;
The sight of the beautiful, (I have the pictures)
The breach fawn lived;
The addiction of aquired taste,
A city too wild for Yukon boys;
The feel of my arms wrapped around your ribs
In the abyss of passion nights;
The sounds of the symphony AC/DC
Who did make who? you ask.
I don't really know, but you made me
Thunderstruck!
You figure time is running out on the world
So you race through lives,
Learning as much as you can
So you can come back as a rock star;
Hoping, next time, to see you're prospering
And that your salt and pepper shakers never get wet
Nor run dry. Remember California
Rolls by the ocean.
And that the cliches you never get right
Just might be the truth of life.
And to see the Earth's shattering finale live,
That's what I wish for you; But...
Your mother says Pluto will be the survivor!
The galaxy's number one.
So why did Christ have to walk the infernal-test
Through the desert of our salvation?
He was pretty good about it, don't y' think?
When you're bored you shine your sword,
In the know, short notice may be given,
For the blood of Armageddon will be
Shed on cowards' doorsteps.
Feeling guilty is for fools, you say.
Being able to comb your hair in the morning,
That's what's important, right?
You were just watering your roses,
Thanking God that mountain is there
Shielding us from the blistering sun.
Peeling, hissing, sun kissing
Less fortunate skin than ours,
And I had to write you down.
Dedicated to Martin Spahmann, the love of my lives.
Also dedicated to all husbands and wives.