mainstay

your soul will always be the same.
 
i wonder what you look like these days.
times have changed, the world's a new place. life's left its markings on our face.
prayers you say for a world crashing in wild fire - in a haze - roll off your tongue, concealed by your talk of pies and sugar and spice.. the things a harmonious world might like.
i hear the remorse in your voice - sorry for a world that took this turn.
in your eyes, do you register struggle or faith?

i do, i wonder what you look like these days.. 
once, i was witness to what seemed like an everlasting fountain of youth.
you wore it so well: honey to a bee, lilies to a field... but those were days of old.
your best shot at life was all that you were giving. and those who knew you by name, knew most definitely that on that day that the world knew your name, you dove headfirst into its terrain.

your soul will always be the same.
wrinkles and scars, attest to your attention to your heart. 
i seek you out today - cuz the world needs you as a mainstay.