The Gallaxy Within.

The poster child of wise

time has had no effect in essence

the self is intact,

though, through hard measures

and some liveliness in pleasures

the stellar heavens

pour out the vibe on to flesh for fantasy

the girl only knows

the child's eyes

grow weary as they become wise

tic tock, tick tock,

time has no quarters here,

life is in the skies

love is in the fields

and wise is in the eyes

of the beholder.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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running_with_rabbits's picture

:) love those last 4 lines!

:) love those last 4 lines! really enjoyed the read thanks for the share!


Much Love

Ashley

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Thank you miss running with

Thank you miss running with rabbits! Those four are indeed a heavily weighted group of thoughts. 

running_with_rabbits's picture

:)

I kind of feel like sitting with myself and examining what I have been beholding these last few months


Much Love

Ashley

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A very worthy endeavour! Best

A very worthy endeavour! Best of luck with what it brings! 

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Wisdom

...wise...truly is in the eye of the beholder - nice turn of phrase - great poetry, great expression and intermingling of ideas ~~A~~ Only 4? Encore!


 

 

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For you. 

For you. 

 

Addendum clarification  this poem was written in honour of you dear Lady A.