Aug 2014
So unearthly in presence, yet I feel right at home
In a place where only the most vivid dreams could see
Its isolated nature beckons me through
Exploration has always been my habit so I feel welcome
And when the limits are my mind, it welcomes me even more
Nearly perfect in altitude with the opaque below
The life grows constantly, for the callow sit in the foreground
With trailing plants climbing to the highest of the trees to form bridges
Why does this nature hold such allurement?
Because it is unfathomed, unscathed by any hand other than my own
But as much as I long to return, the images of lucidity will not
What felt so absolute now feels so astray
The harmony must cope with my absence as I must cope with its
In a place where only the most vivid dreams could see
Its isolated nature beckons me through
Exploration has always been my habit so I feel welcome
And when the limits are my mind, it welcomes me even more
Nearly perfect in altitude with the opaque below
The life grows constantly, for the callow sit in the foreground
With trailing plants climbing to the highest of the trees to form bridges
Why does this nature hold such allurement?
Because it is unfathomed, unscathed by any hand other than my own
But as much as I long to return, the images of lucidity will not
What felt so absolute now feels so astray
The harmony must cope with my absence as I must cope with its
(May 1st, 2012) - One night I had this very vivid dream (that actually occurred a couple more times) where I entered the woods behind my house. After a few steps, the forest took a different appearance and turned into the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen. I scaled up vines to a large treetop overlooking this large dip in the canopy. This poem describes what I saw. I'm actually basing a story/novel on this one partially.
