June 19, 2013

• I stood

  stricken

  afraid

  peering into the grey twilight

  silent

  screaming out into the universe

   

  It answers!

  Oh it answers!

   

  In sweet words and whispers

  A winding trail

  In midnight beauty

  A step forward

  Entranced

   

  I long to race down the path!

  Where hope itself must be glowing brightly

  A prefect dream

  Shimerring in that full moon

   

  Step... Trot... SPRINT!

   

  wait

   

  Ah, mirage! Thou tempts me!

  Back into these woods I have foresworn

  Searching for the chocolate of your eyes

  Breathe

   

  Fresh air upon my face

  Drinking in your charm

  A cautious step perhaps

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