Shadow dawns
Of a woods, it's old
Its leaves form a canopy of lead that the sunlight gold
Cannot trespass.
Its air smells of ages, which are now mere tales
Of men and elves who rose and fell
In this ever mighty tide of time
Which now has brought us to this shore of wastes. Far from those days sublime.
The woods still are drenched with the past
In its brown so opaque and its hymns so deep
In its green so transparent, in its void that'll last
Forever.
The litter is dry, hear it crumble and cry
As it weeps with joy in every step you take.
You'll find me there, standing silent and still. While I wait to make
A single last visit with a fate that I'd met eons ago.
The wind brings in joy, sings of a destiny, I had dreamt
Of a love which I can't see, or tell. A pleasure that can't be held or bent.
But like the wind it runs and like the wind it fills
Your soul with oxygen and life, and will
Like a wind flow pass without letting a second to turn.
Oh, my love, my woods, my lights, my trees.
How farther will you have me run, how long before I finally be free
In you, for eternity.
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 9:45 AM UTC
Shadow dawns
Of a woods, it's old
Its leaves form a canopy of lead that the sunlight gold
Cannot trespass.
Its air smells of ages, which are now mere tales
Of men and elves who rose and fell
In this ever mighty tide of time
Which now has brought us to this shore of wastes. Far from those days sublime.
The woods still are drenched with the past
In its brown so opaque and its hymns so deep
In its green so transparent, in its void that'll last
Forever.
The litter is dry, hear it crumble and cry
As it weeps with joy in every step you take.
You'll find me there, standing silent and still. While I wait to make
A single last visit with a fate that I'd met eons ago.
The wind brings in joy, sings of a destiny, I had dreamt
Of a love which I can't see, or tell. A pleasure that can't be held or bent.
But like the wind it runs and like the wind it fills
Your soul with oxygen and life, and will
Like a wind flow pass without letting a second to turn.
Oh, my love, my woods, my lights, my trees.
How farther will you have me run, how long before I finally be free
In you, for eternity.