Dark Forest
The lakes edge
Shone in silver light
A moon , so bright,
in a dark forest night
The moon rose silently
In a clear starlight sky
The creatures of the night
Came out in a dark forest,
to play, in moonlight
Such unnaturally tall trees,
with no branches in sight
No leaves
Stood still
In a dark forest
Under moonlight
As I drew closer
The tall trees were all in a row
No branches in sight
I pulled away the tangled vines
I could see...
Masts, spars ropes and lines
The ships!
The wood in which a ship is made
Returned to the dark forest
Where the keel was shaped and laid
The wooden ships that carried the Heartstone
Across a sea, so blue
Had returned to a forest
That the timbers once knew
When a ship comes to die
It must return
To where its timbers were born
A ship to lie....
Amongst the trees
The masts, swaying in a gentle breeze
The whispering trees
Took the ships
Took the wood
Made it their own
As any magic could
In a dark forest
Graceful ships of wood
No longer hear the sea roar
instead of sails they once wore
They hear birds singing
Leaves rustle
Masts creaking
Ships, run aground
In a dark forest
Back to wood
Back to trees
Waiting to be found
Leaves replaced sails
Spars became branches
Became something new
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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