old - Blackout Poetry Notes

Spirit Love

The rawness of old love,
of that spirit love,
given surely, through the senses -
ours is not a trivial mortal affection.

Spend time on the good
and keep going
past those old hurts.
I want to be in peace with
a clean slate.

Listen carefully,
the fall and rise struggling
to be heard.
This song was familiar,
full of loneliness
an old ballad imprisoned
in his ghost.

I hear mother warn me
I would be an
old maid.
Well, perhaps my need of solitude
is all I look for
in this life.

It is such a notion,
that light might be
an old friend
to me.

I say truly
as I draw closer to the end
my heart is better
in old age.