It Could Be Only Him

I went in to the forest

The Black hill, we called it

To parole through the young bushes

Along the low water and moss cushions

Where the beech, oak and hornbeam met

All connected by a spiders net

And I walked with uncareful stride

My mind being unable to guide

As I pondered with a smiling grin

"It could be only him"

 

And so I walked with my confused feet

Unlike the squirrel with her forelimb

The calling forest luscious, dark and deep

The sight, it all reminded me of him

 

The flight of the plump bumblebee

That lands on a pure daffodil

As the crickets below yell in glee

It could be only him

 

The butterflies that soar up high

In a whirlwind of colors and shapes benign

Like aria spirals through the air they swim

It could only be him

 

The peace and grazing of deers

That cut better than the sharpest sheers

As the eagle above glides on a whim

It could be only him

 

The critters that crawl forever like one

The mouse and viper that slither and run

On the grassy field’s edge and rim

It could be only him

 

The leaves parachuting from up above

In the dye of an early dawn

The nightingale singing its holy hymn

It could be only him

 

The endless columns of obelisks

Of surfaces rough and roots brisk

Of canopies wide and limbs slim

It could be only him

 

The gawking of grey crows

And the chirping of white doves

The sky painted in an aqua dim

It could be only him

 

Then lighting strikes the upward sea

In his sinister voices it talks to me

The blue heaven had turned to hell

Where angels roamed now daemons dwell

A bright flash set the horizon ablaze

The forest shrieks in fear as I gaze

At the waterfalls that pour from the empty sky

Landing violently in my tearful eye

The wind howls with the hungry wolves

The deers run chase as terror looms

The white doves and grey crows in fear unite

The eagles no more through the air glide

The nightingale is silent and sings no score

Now black ravens roar "Nevermore! Nevermore Nevermore!

 

So I run home to cover

I run from the fears he brings

Through mud I gallop jump and slide

As safety and warmth I try to find

 

I quickly returned home

I laid wet on the cold room floor

I could only damply stare at

The white blank bedroom wall

And I thought, now empty of grin

"It could be only him"