Forgotten Forest

These past years I’ve lived in memories, stitched together to fight the growing grey. Thoughts and longings like light dappled through the leaves of a forest. Lost amongst the loam and brush this fog settles, befuddles the mind. Long forgotten branches grown mossed beards shudder though breath and wind hasn't blown. Bereft of life and sun the growth is sterile, dry and false. These trails winding in and out Stumbling through roots and shade To bask in the warmth of her memory when found. I have been the prodigal daughter, Lost in the path home, for home was her And she has gone. (Surreal)