Lily
she drifts to a world of fantasy
the drifting Redwood falls below the surface
alone she sits in her lucid dream
her very soul permeates a reason for being
into a darkened forest with zombie creatures
husks of bitter matter on their being
long viscious fangs that drip blood off side
inside she hides away from its gloom
yet she takes a step into this vast domain
watches a nearby swan in the lake
the is in her a direct correlation between love and hate
some call this fate yet she still seeks for a reason for being
with a hand across her heart she makes a timeless dart onto a barren path
there she can breath in the silence of her own thoughts
next the wolves come across her scent then she runs away
looks back into a vast expanse of eyes piercing through the very fabric of her soul
she screams with intense fervor to futher the moment
then at last there was peace the sun dashes in on her frame
a cause to rejoice as she smiles with the reluctance of immeasurable bliss
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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