MorningForger
10-27-2014, 02:17 PM
I went walking on through the woods during the rain
The whispers of the pines were swirling around me
They said, “Go on and masquerade with us in vain”
I wore façade and felt the moss, but could not see
In fragile, windswept memory I dwelt with her
We waltzed beneath the willows and she softly sang
Her lips desired passion that nostalgia blurred
I danced her through the scene with touches, moans, and pangs
Pallor came upon her as if moonlight filled her veins
Pianos cracked their lonely notes, I upon my knees
Her form became of trees and a wind so frigid came
I blamed the gods who played the tunes to which we seized
And on I walked through quiet cold that chilled the leaves
The time that passed I could not know ‘til passed was grief
© AM Smith March 18, 2014
The whispers of the pines were swirling around me
They said, “Go on and masquerade with us in vain”
I wore façade and felt the moss, but could not see
In fragile, windswept memory I dwelt with her
We waltzed beneath the willows and she softly sang
Her lips desired passion that nostalgia blurred
I danced her through the scene with touches, moans, and pangs
Pallor came upon her as if moonlight filled her veins
Pianos cracked their lonely notes, I upon my knees
Her form became of trees and a wind so frigid came
I blamed the gods who played the tunes to which we seized
And on I walked through quiet cold that chilled the leaves
The time that passed I could not know ‘til passed was grief
© AM Smith March 18, 2014