Old Souls


When reading poetry

Brings a smile to my face

And four by four syllable rhymes

Evoke the person’s life

While compelling me to write,

It is a good thing.


There may be a connection

Between our souls across time.

Rhymes and insights

Even passions and aspirations

Being shared somehow

As though we had once known each other.


A pigeon cooes, an eagle soars

And smaller birds are busy

During this hour before darkness.

How can words in poems and songs

Resonate within me

like well attuned guitar-strings?