A face of the turbulent Storm of the forest

Mysterious, emotional paradox

Unmovable sentry, as the face has power

Magnificent Leaf of destruction

Unrestrained, collective power, arrogant

Is the face, in the leaf,  in the secret hollow


Isolation pulls the soul to ancient dreams

Of faces of the branded child

With eyes wide open in silence

Talons of the sacred leaf

Of the face that pulls souls

To their doom in the morrow


Escaping the dimensions and hollows

Treacherous motes and rescue no

Where loneliness guides them  to shadowed forests

Where legends fall as he waits in the face in the leaf

In the howling winds in the talisman majesty

Where eagles soar, in the forest in the leaf

In its collective power...



Debbie Brooks 2014