She was that age, that ageless something
Between rose petal cheeks and silver waves of fascination
Where the foundations moved but the plans never changed
Where her eyes only ever shone brighter, more acutely than before
Piercing like twin stars set in her own personal heaven
A girl with a woman’s knowing, woman with a girl’s innocence
The sort of carefree soul who bought coral rings just to remember other people’s dreams
It was easier for her living through the dreams of others, I think
As she had no time to waste on her own
I’ve forgotten what they called her because her name never really mattered
Not to those who shared her timeline, her space, her place
A name, as with the asking her age, was pointless
For whoever took the time to speak to the wind
When the only thing that mattered was feeling it rustling their hair
No, her name was only sought by those determined to tame her
To mould and conform her; they might as well have bottled an ocean
Elemental, unbridled, let loose on us all
An ageless angel without a prayer of surviving, she couldn’t have cared any less
And when I was with her, neither could I
Yet, now, I wished I’d known it
Guessed or made up something to define her soul
To capture the uncapturable even if but for a day
I suppose I will until my own spark fades
And all those dreams with it of her body pressed to mine
48 thoughts on “Ageless Angel”
Thank you, Sue, and for the tweet. 🙂
I’ve set it up to reblog next week 🙂
Whereas I tried to reblog Diana’s post from your prompt on my phone and couldn’t even manage that. 🤪
A lot of folks seem to be having trouble with the reblog button lately 🙂
I’m maybe not as useless as I thought, I hope.
Even on the PC, I’m having to hit refresh before it will work.
Hmm, that’s annoying!
Easy though 🙂
Wow…. that was somethin’! She was somethin’ else! Oh, to be remembered like that… I love what you’ve captured here, Richard. Or perhaps uncaptured? There’s a new word for ya. Ha!
You spotted my new word. LOL
I feel like I’ve given birth to something. And thank you. 🙂
Absolutely breathtaking…every word and every image. Makes me wish I had captured some time gone past, myself.
You’re very kind. Don’t make me blush. 😊
Blushing makes you ageless.
So does losing your birth certificate.
Lol. Blushing is more fun
Wow…how I’ve missed your writing…
I’m just glad you like it, D. 🙂
Always, Richard 🙂
Gorgeous, Richard! Good to see you!
Hi Penny! Great to see you. 🙂
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Breathtaking Richard, as is the wind. You’ve been taking me away to other places, people and dreams for years now and the journey only seems to get better. It was truly breathtaking. On a funnier note, I was reading through your comments and saw where you said that losing your birth certificate also makes you ageless … not only a suburb writer and poet, but a real comedian LOL. Thank you for sharing such a lovely piece of yourself. ❤
Thanks for reading and I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
What I wouldn’t give to have someone think of me like that. You make me yearn for all those might haves, those should have beens…
I’m sure someone already does. 🙂
And thank you.
Stunningly awesome post, My Friend!! Loved your descriptions and imagery. Wonderful ending!!! Bellissimo!
Thank you very much. 🙂
AWE I love when you write like this. I think those sparks never fade and live on to inspire words like these. So beautiful~R 🙂
Thanks, Michelle, I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
Always happy to read and share great writing with followers!!
What a superbly crafted piece, Richard. You are a very gifted writer.
That’s very kind, Ali. I just tell as it is. 🙂
Gorgeous, my friend. ❤
Thanks, Diana. 🙂
This was gorgeous Richard. Beautifully expressed. 🙂
Thank you very much. 🙂
This takes my breath away, Richard. I’m so glad to see you again.
I mentioned you a couple times to Hugh W. Robert. I told him I remember you helped him launched his first book. I mentioned you again a few days ago about the writer’s resources you have on your blog. 🙂
You’re an angel. 🙂
I happen to like angels. Okay, I like myself too. 🙂
Why would those who sesire to know her name is to tame her instead of getting to know her and wanting to be her friend ?