Time

(rough copy)

The story is simple
We are born
We feel the warmth of a bosom
We enjoy its sweet milk
Time passes with you wrapped in innocence
And life becomes limitless

Gentle hands dry your tears
Devoted love cleans the smears
Your tears are met with sweet embrace

You contemplate in wonder
You contemplate the blue sky
The migrating bird with its wings wide spread
The awkward beetled your shoe almost crushed
Everything is a rush

As you bravely take your first steps
A new world unfolds
It is yours to take
It is yours to mold

Time goes by...
The innocence of childhood dreams now forgotten
Confusion, tales, fears reach now for you often

Your suffer...
You learn what it is to feel the claws of desperation
You complain about food
About work
About life

You complain because it is the custom
Following life as if by obligation
You are taught guilt and pain
You follow this exhausted path until the sleep ends

You love...
You learn what it is to feel elated
Life's hardships no longer leave you feeling lonely
You no longer feel half and isolated

Love's power transfigures you
You discover you are more than flesh and bones
Your sweetheart becomes your world
Nothing else matters
Not even life's terrible blows

For such an interim eternity
You are willing to do the absolute
You are willing to lay your life
If only to enjoy a short blissful time

You lose....
You learn to glimpse into a poet's soul
As your gentle hard breaks and deals with loss
Life becomes gray and somber
You feel as you will never wake from the slumber

You win...
Love touches your heart once more
You go through life and its cycles
Until the right mate joins you on your quest
All you endured now seems meaningless
And you feel blest

Even pride becomes tender
Your prophetic heart becomes debris
You use what has been learned
Bit by bit your wisdom grows

All the heartache...
All the lessons...
All the pain...
All wrapped in this perfect symphony 
The masterpiece that is your life

At last you learn the world is this...
At its best a sweet nostalgia
At its worst bitter despair

Through it all its ups and downs
Through all the splendor and its darkness
It was always a beautiful divine mess

Life is but a classroom 
A place where lessons are taught
Lessons within lessons
Until you find yourself once more

You see it...
You recognize it.
But can't quite grasp it 

All along wisdom was there for the taking
That long forgotten innocence
Now filled with the elixir of the Gods
And secret songs only poets spoke of

You die...
Lucky you are if the circle has been completed
If not, do not despair
For life is but a dream
And death only a quiet friend!

The story is simple
We are born
We feel the warmth of a bosom
We enjoy its sweet milk
Time passes with you wrapped in innocence
And life becomes limitless

Gentle hands dry your tears
Devoted love cleans the smears
Your tears are met with sweet embrace

You contemplate in wonder
You contemplate the blue sky
The migrating bird with its wings wide spread
The awkward beetled your shoe almost crushed
Everything is a rush

As you bravely take your first steps
A new world unfolds
It is yours to take
It is yours to mold

Time goes by...
The innocence of childhood dreams now forgotten
Confusion, tales, fears reach now for you often

Your suffer...
You learn what it is to feel the claws of desperation
You complain about food
About work
About life

You complain because it is the custom
Following life as if by obligation
You are taught guilt and pain
You follow this exhausted path until the sleep ends

You love...
You learn what it is to feel elated
Life's hardships no longer leave you feeling lonely
You no longer feel half and isolated

Love's power transfigures you
You discover you are more than flesh and bones
Your sweetheart becomes your world
Nothing else matters
Not even life's terrible blows

For such an interim eternity
You are willing to do the absolute
You are willing to lay your life
If only to enjoy a short blissful time

You lose....
You learn to glimpse into a poet's soul
As your gentle hard breaks and deals with loss
Life becomes gray and somber
You feel as you will never wake from the slumber

You win...
Love touches your heart once more
You go through life and its cycles
Until the right mate joins you on your quest
All you endured now seems meaningless
And you feel blest

Even pride becomes tender
Your prophetic heart becomes debris
You use what has been learned
Bit by bit your wisdom grows

All the heartache...
All the lessons...
All the pain...
All wrapped in this perfect symphony 
The masterpiece that is your life

At last you learn the world is this...
At its best a sweet nostalgia
At its worst bitter despair

Through it all its ups and downs
Through all the splendor and its darkness
It was always a beautiful divine mess

Life is but a classroom 
A place where lessons are taught
Lessons within lessons
Until you find yourself once more

You see it...
You recognize it.
But can't quite grasp it 

All along wisdom was there for the taking
That long forgotten innocence
Now filled with the elixir of the Gods
And secret songs only poets spoke of

You die...
Lucky you are if the circle has been completed
If not, do not despair
For life is but a dream
And death only a quiet friend!
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By Sofia Falcone

I passionately believe one person can make a difference. I write from my own experiences and interests. It is my greatest hope that by writing about my own challenges, victories, hopes and learnings, others may feel inspired to believe more in their inner power and to fully embrace themselves!

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