A Meditation of Youth and Age
Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped,
dances through the forest where twilight dipped.
A cradle song whispers beneath the trees,
A prayer for my daughter drifts with the breeze.
A bronze head watches, stoic and still,
Bearing the weight of time’s iron will.
A lover’s quarrel among the fairies’ kind,
Pangs of first love, hearts intertwined.
A crazed girl runs through dreams untamed,
While human dignity wrestles, unnamed.
The secrets of the old murmur low,
Of wildness, of youth, and the springtime’s glow.
A drunkard praises sobriety’s grace,
As a faery song softens time’s fierce chase.
A poet to her beloved, pen in hand,
Weeps prayers for her son, for a life unplanned.
Adam’s curse haunts the cloths of heaven,
A meditation in war, hopes unforgiven.
After long silence, a song takes flight,
Against unworthy praise in the dead of night.
A woman young and old bears her soul,
As memories of youth make the woman whole.
A last confession beneath the moonlit shade,
Where life’s final lines are softly laid.
WoPoLi 
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