Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Visions of a Forest Dream

A dark canvas with the picture of a withering tree 
Its branches melt away into pink and purple hues
Light rays break down into bits of diamonds
The scattered bits mingle with the colours
Colours that dance along the wind like sea waves

Pearl droplets rise from the wet grass 
And float in the air like bubbles of dew. 
Glowworms lit up the dark alleys of the forest
Like twinkling stars on a maiden's hair 

The forest is dark and wild
Its long and twisty roads,
Like the passage to a woman's heart
The deeper you go, 
You lose your way

Once you enter her world,
You are never the same again
You lose yourself 
To find something new.

The forest is full of sounds and mysteries
She waits for those who seek them...


1 comment:

claire said...

Amazing. Like the passage of a woman's heart. I remember once my late lover mentioned about it. BEautiful