I sang a song for you
In the simplest melodies
Beyond this enchanting stage.
I gazed hoping to find
Some clear chance
To hold you near.
The wind carried my love
To the wilderness
Where I could not reach.
I hear an echo
Or a whisper
From the trees that stood.
They were dancing in unison
As the sun introduced shadows
To cover my sight.
Where are you?
I can hear everything but you.
The falls were raging down
To meet the rocks down below.
Its sound is the only thing
That could compare
To the worry I feel
Inside my chest.
I continued to sing
In the simplest words
As I walked into the woods.
I closed my eyes hoping to find
Some clear assurance
That you are looking for me too.
As I went farther
The rain began pouring.
Three hours... Ten hours...
I couldn't see the end.
My hands, my legs, and my face
Were numb.
I couldn't see the end.
I walked, and walked, and walked
And walked.
I tripped on a tree root.
I didn't bother to get up.
My eyes welled up
But the raindrops didn't give
My tears a chance.
The rain even took my tears
To the soil, to the mud.
The thunder roared
And shook the forest.
The sound of the thunder
took my heartbeat.
No, there was a flash of light
And I heard footsteps.
But there was also the sound
Of wood breaking.
The thunder and the flash of light
And the broken tree
Took my heartbeat
Inside that forest
Where it was raining
So heavily
And I didn't see the end.
a/n: Day 17 of 100 Days of Poetry, written August 18, 2016
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Pinwheels and Dead Leaves
PoetryThis is a compilation of my works in the year of 2016. I was pretty active that year, really inspired by love and friends, and started reading and discussing philosophical things. It was also the year that our group the Ice Cream Club did the 100 da...
