The fish of life

The fish of life.
How I miss those days when we all loved each other
in our own unique ways.
Not by rules or policy
but because it was simply,
in our nature, to do so.
Beyond power and gain,
we laughed, joked and poked fun.
At everything and everyone.
How I miss those days, when work was not slavery.
all acts where rendered with joy,
ingrained with a sense of value.
When we saw the beauty, in the small
the large, in the odd and the extraordinary.
The old in the young
and the young the aged.
is it not funny? is it not strange?
How I miss those days, yes those wonderful days
where one just stares at the skies
enjoying the deep blue and cotton puff whites.
Or floating down the river,
and to be careless and empty of fright.
Lazy yet springy like a sprite.
Just to be this way and feel it
is totally right.
how I wish these days back into life,
how I wish love and joy back into life
how I wish the hearts beat back into life

eliberocelta april nights 2015

me too
and i love your beautiful heart.

maybe you just have spoken from all of our hearts
(i hope so anyway)

a reply to: Sanssouci
thank you! there is only love in one heart, that one we all share.

a reply to: ancientthunder



I just had to. S&F, beautiful as always.