Everything I Once Owned Poem by RIC BASTASA

Rianne, you evolve somehow
You must know, how you started
Your first lines with something
Like the womb of your mother
Some classical music
And nursery lines recited
Even before you are born

And then you talk about
Papa and mama and their loving hands
The male guitar the female voice
And tender fingers and rosy cheeks
And some babbles on the cradle

You grow up and talk about love
And the opera and some applause
Remembering the phantom songs
And the labyrinths of the heart
A little complication now
A grudge of some little prisons
And some birds wanting to be free
From a golden cage

Then Rianne I anticipate something
Sooner you will learn my language
Of happiness and bliss and wandering
To the sea, the one with a beginning
And seemingly without an end

How I decided to swim be like a fish
And be with the corals of the deep
How I like to have fins and codes
Deep down the far oceans to other continents
How I like some things far away
How I like never coming back
Because there is so much out there
And everything I once owned and claim to own
Have all become exhausted