Passing painted prophecies
Vast hues of green and grey
Forests unfettered and full of vivacity
Through your eyes, fly away, fly away!
Winding woven awakenings
Whisper soft tones to your soul
Reaching higher than your imaginings
Where cruel beauty is taking its toll
Crawling cautious congregation
See secrets scattered ‘cross forest and field
The brush of nature’s persuasion
Unspoken unknowns start to yield
Leaping longed for luminosity
Shines chasms of light through the trees
Pushing through impenetrable mountains
So seeing eyes can begin to believe
Fleeting forragings fulfilled
Light into darkness spilled
But what now the vision has passed?
Will the dark in the light still be too vast?
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wasn't sure what to call it. I wrote it for a book I'm trying to expell from my soul. It features after a train journey through the Alps with a mother and daughter.
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