running through the trees, footsteps
falling on forgotten paths, the wind
leading us to and from the forest’s heart –
what will it look like when snow covers it all?
can you hear your own voice from inside the cold?
there is nothing louder than the moon on a winter night.
i have tried making noise, i have tried cracking the silence
with a blade between my teeth –
i have tried, and tried, but nothing has worked well enough
to conquer that sound.
i would sing from mountaintop to mountaintop,
stretching my voice far and wide, but my lungs,
my lungs cannot chew the dreams i bit off.
how could i spit them out now? how could i take a heart
and condense it into song?
the moon, the cold, and the lonesome love
would be enough to storm a fortress on their own.
what could they do if i joined hands with them?
what could we do together, swaying beneath the wind
and the trees?
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Author:
Luke Lokason (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Love this poem. Beuatiful in every way.
Thank you for your kind comment! I'm glad you liked it!
"there is nothing louder than the moon on a winter night." - What a great line. Enjoyed the poem.
Thanks! That was one of my favorite lines too. Glad you enjoyed it!
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