Looking out over the forest.
No mention of God here,
but the trees speak
so well of themselves
that I can touch
and taste them.
In a darkened room
with my solitude.
No talk of spirits,
but I can almost hear
my breath
passing thru the walls.
I am a creature of seeking,
but no matter how far I go,
and no matter how well I
understand the hills around my home,
when I lay down to sleep
I am forever the dweller
of a land unknown.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Looking out over the forest.
No mention of God here,
but the trees speak
so well of themselves
that I can touch
and taste them.
In a darkened room
with my solitude.
No talk of spirits,
but I can almost hear
my breath
passing thru the walls.
I am a creature of seeking,
but no matter how far I go,
and no matter how well I
understand the hills around my home,
when I lay down to sleep
I am forever the dweller
of a land unknown.
