My Lost Dear Your Forest Cries

My Lost Dear Our Forest Cries Our forest cries My little dear In spite of tears The lone nature does howl On one side sits a lake with ducks Sitting along the tree line of life And under bushes of doom Those little ducks, me, feed off of you Our past interludes Smiles and words ... My little dear Do you remember Those little ducks, me So cute Their little eyes curious Eyes darting above At the sky The blues The trees Curious sounds At you, you my dear You, so cuddly, yet indifferent The imprint, redness For you never looked back Returned a glance A second look A chance A shared coffee Why my dear The shoe shine and not the moon shine It hurts to have to walk Those little ducks With big hearts Their pinks infectious Mine, especially Look, now, above at the sky At you, my dear Hoping you come by the lake With a handful of crumbs Something Something from your heart ... No Blackness Blackness of the shoeshine For your trail took you from our side of the forest To the other side Out, out of reach Onto the other side of the shine Away from me ... I pause, I always ponder Shed a tear ... now and then It's that you my dear Watching thru the darkness connie pachecho 11/1/17