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The woods so dense,
So dark, so eerie.
Tree trunks thicker,
Than I remember.
Dampness hugs my throat,
And whispers cannot be heard.
But the rustling sound of branches,
I'll always recall,
The dreary, dense woods,
I'll always remember.
The shadowy figures pop in and out,
From behind tree trunks and limbs,
I remember sliver-like images,
They wait and watch,
While dusk looms around me.
Friend or foe I do not know,
Who is watching and who is hiding?
When dawn starts to trickle in above,
And darts through the tree trunks that surround me.
I will escape outside these woods,
To a safer place where I can be heard.
The woods so deep,
So dark, so eerie.
Will I last till dawn?
Or will the shadows devour me?
My Elusive Branch
Written for a dear friend K.E.Branch, My Elusive Branch
Guided through life by an elusive branch,
Found on every tree I pass.
This branch is special to my heart,
It watches over me . . . It's smart.
Protecting me from bumps and bruises,
My elusive branch is always in front.
It bears no fruit, or leaves,
It is just there being elusive, you see.
I hear giggling coming from its bark.
It's a funny branch with a good heart.
Stormy weather doesn't affect this branch,
It's on a mission, from the start.
It will appear in a tree out of nowhere,
And just pops out to let me know it's there.
This elusive branch is not my imagination,
Just look to the trees, and you'll see.
Awful intentions commonly,
Disguised as artful flirtations.
Toy with emotional destruction,
Leading to the disarmament of the heart.
The heart, guilty of nothing,
Struggles to maintain its beat.
Reluctant to surrender,
To the artful flirtations.
Lead to withdrawal of intentions.
Imbalance the heart,
Of artful flirtations.
Faith and Trust
Look to the heavens for the answers.
Examine the hearts of those who dream.
Question the minds of others who don't believe,
And rehearse your final speech within your heart,
To include errors and omissions in your life.
Proclaim the beauty of nature surrendered.
Exhaust your conscious for deeds rendered.
Include your spiritual aspirations,
And dream the dreams for those who have passed,
Capturing their magical love for life.
Believing in the rights of others you meet.
Improves your faith with trust and honesty.
Increase freedom to those who believe,
Balancing harmonious love for three,
Giving your heart to your God to receive.
Oh, So Beautiful
How green is the meadow,
The Lilacs so purple,
Heather like velvet,
And Forget-Me-Nots so blue.
The garden path filled with moss,
Hugging the edge of the walk.
Warmth of the sunshine,
Kissing the rose buds,
Awaiting their next bloom.
A bouquet of beauty,
With fragrance from heaven,
So light, but breathtaking,
Surrounding our senses.
Transude a delightful aroma,
That attracts the morning dew,
Mellowing scent lingers,
Blankets the air we breathe.
Such beauty captured,
In a meadow lost,
But found by those
Filled with love.
Ode to Storm Sandy
Winter storms and howling winds,
Cutting paths to clear its way.
Angry ocean waves crashing on shore,
Crumbling structures along its path.
Wonder where this storm began,
Bringing destruction to our land.
It's cruel and treacherous ways,
Cause havoc as it destroys its prey.
Hope this storm passes without harming,
Those who stumble without warning.
Angry winds and continued rains,
Frighten those who dare to remain.
The rain and lightning cloud the wind,
While its angry attack is secretly tracked.
Marked for reference of future paths,
Comes sunny days begging forgiveness of the attack.
Faces of whose lives are touched,
Show sorrow and pain that can’t be stirred.
Sallow looks and anguished fears,
Subside over time as we revere.
Seeing tears and hearing cries,
Of people sobbing for those who died.
Leave watchers praying for those whose loss,
Is more than any possession could cost.
Trees and leaves once were full,
Colors glistened under the dew.
The storm has blown the trees all bare,
Leaving jagged branches and leafless stare.
We clean and renew our land to begin again,
Preparing for another angry wind.
Nature will again attack its prey,
And renew its strength to storm again one day.
Shattered lives and homes destroyed,
Weathered and flooded on ravaged land.
Will again be renewed and life reborn,
As the living prepare for the next big storm.
Seams In My Dreams
Tucked in the seams of my dreams,
I have hidden wishes and prayers,
That only come out when I need them,
To share special moments with friends.
The Midnight Clock Struck
The midnight clock struck,
And for the rest of my time,
I will relive that joyous moment,
You entered my life.
It wasn't your charm,
Or your breathtaking smile,
It was the love in your eyes,
That took me joyously by surprise.
The gentleness in your stare,
Filled the room with light,
As you stood there that night.
Overwhelming me with love,
And your gentle touch,
I will always remember the night,
When the midnight clock struck.