The Calling

It calls to me
Resonates through my heart
It's always there

As a little girl
Catching ants
With hot, sticky hands
Chasing clouds
Across fields
Gazing
At sun crested hills
Through pock-marked car windows

Or older
Swimming in the sea
Topaz, pristine and breathtaking
Unlike the usual green and grey
Swarmed by fishes
Zebra stripes, exotic oranges
As they peck bread from my fingers

When I close my eyes,
I see it still

You get used to things
Practising smiles
Veiled poison
Necessities.
I can't see the stars from home
But it still hasn't given up
It beckons with sunsets
Gold dust and rubies
A sad love
It calls to me.

musicspirit musicspirit
18-21, F
2 Responses Mar 11, 2009

Thank you :)<br />
Yes, you have my meaning right there. That feeling of being free. It's that feeling I get when thinking about those happy times. Or you know that feeling people talk about when they say that they wish they could just escape from everything mundane and stressful, and just enjoy life and have an adventure? Just forget about all these things that are important...but aren't. Just leave it all behind to truly become happy. That's what it's about too.

Wow, this is pretty....<br />
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Is it describing good times of the past, <br />
and the returning feelings of wanting to go back?