andave_ya
08-06-2007, 02:43 PM
My heart, weary of the days
Turns to the forest to be set at ease.
The trees invite, welcome me in-
Silent sentinels standing in the half-dark
The sun sprinkles drops of light on the forest loam
At dawn, the trees look out to welcome sunrise
At dusk they wake, and for an hour the secrets
Of the last thousand years are mine!
A ready ear have I for the call of the trees.
The call of the trees brings life to my being and joy to my heart!
The West wind dances in the leaves.
The music of the ages is borne in on it as a ship on a wave-
All-conquering, all-victorious, all-encompassing air that fills my longing heart!
The trees hear, and wake, and dance!
The whisper of the wind in the branches is the rustle of
Satin gowns and girlish laughter.
The knots and burrs in the bark is the face of the white-haired old gentleman with his glass of wine.
The strong tree is the young man
Tall, dark, and handsome.
He bows to me and holds out his hand.
Like a girl in love, I accept,
And am drawn into a fairy dance more thrilling than
A dance with living humankind.
Such unearthly joy will never be found in my world.
Parting will be difficult when dusk ends.
Nightfall. Suddenly I am back where I began-
Gathering shadows in the half-dark.
I wrote this after visiting a forest that captured my imagination. My starting point was the line, "silent sentinels standing in the half-dark." I've been wanting to write a poem about trees for a while but didn't have a proper mental picture.
Turns to the forest to be set at ease.
The trees invite, welcome me in-
Silent sentinels standing in the half-dark
The sun sprinkles drops of light on the forest loam
At dawn, the trees look out to welcome sunrise
At dusk they wake, and for an hour the secrets
Of the last thousand years are mine!
A ready ear have I for the call of the trees.
The call of the trees brings life to my being and joy to my heart!
The West wind dances in the leaves.
The music of the ages is borne in on it as a ship on a wave-
All-conquering, all-victorious, all-encompassing air that fills my longing heart!
The trees hear, and wake, and dance!
The whisper of the wind in the branches is the rustle of
Satin gowns and girlish laughter.
The knots and burrs in the bark is the face of the white-haired old gentleman with his glass of wine.
The strong tree is the young man
Tall, dark, and handsome.
He bows to me and holds out his hand.
Like a girl in love, I accept,
And am drawn into a fairy dance more thrilling than
A dance with living humankind.
Such unearthly joy will never be found in my world.
Parting will be difficult when dusk ends.
Nightfall. Suddenly I am back where I began-
Gathering shadows in the half-dark.
I wrote this after visiting a forest that captured my imagination. My starting point was the line, "silent sentinels standing in the half-dark." I've been wanting to write a poem about trees for a while but didn't have a proper mental picture.