A Pure Love, by Barb Clarke

A Pure Love

Lately, a sadness pervades,

I mourn for youth,

perhaps passion

of younger days.

With age, some of that passion

has transformed in to

a pure love,

a force that does not judge,

but waits, watches and

surrounds to uplift,

until my spirit touches the sky

and joins the sunrise,

of a new life.

(2015)

Some thoughts about love and aging.

I left my youthful days a while ago, also. My passion has transformed into pure love, like you. I miss those days, but make the best of what I can do. It looks like you and I love writing. That will stay with us a long, long time.

Barb Clarke

I hope my love for writing stays until the end for it helps me make sense of this world. Thanks for sharing

Charlotte B. Williams

I think we do love more as we get older, I agree, more love and more wisdom is what we gain I think.

Barb Clarke

Thanks Charlotte for reading and your comment.

Vic Evora

I read your poem a while back. Liked it then, like it now

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