Tag: dead

The trees loom softly, wise, silent, judging.
The ground sounds under hollow footsteps.

The way is long, and the night moves in
until only the moonlight lights the way.

Shadows of many unknowns deepen,
yet fear does not live in this soft place.

The trees know someone walks among them,
they live and understand, so I talk as I walk.

Talking to the trees on the way to her,
telling them all of my secrets in hope.

The trees move as if my story is enough
to convince them that I may pass through
the forest and find her alive or dead.

I do not care. I must find her and tell her
I did my best;
that this world is wicked and cruel, yet here
she is safe from harm.

The trees know the truth of my heart, her heart;
they wait for the final sigh, then the emotions.

I crumble. She is dead.
The forest moves within me in ways I never knew;
I am home with her. She and I will go to that place.