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Mystic Woods

A blanketed mist moves, among a towering evergreen wall Haunting within a mysticism of magic known by all Numinous trees dancing in shadows pass beyond my eye Blocking vision of a supernatural when I walk on by To enter into to this mystical place unknown Imagination used, reveals chilling things to be shown This eerie place sends chills up my spine, causing elevation All my senses go wild, seeing the wonders of mystical creations Despite the eeriness of this mystical land within I can sense some breathtaking magic, as my I takes on a grin I look beyond the mist to see the evergreen trees Beautiful pink flowers are the wonders that I see The air so thick full, of chills, yet so divine Walking along I hear a sound, I look behind For the noise I hear is the familiar sound of a man I'd loved and lost before out side this mystic land But how can this be many years he has been deceased Yet standing there his eyes so blue, his love he has released He takes my hand holds it tight, walks along side of me That magical place our love once knew, now again can be I sit with him in awe, talking of our time spent before Every minute spent together made me love him even more Suddenly sadness struck my heart, I realized while in his embrace We will never again kiss or touch, once I leave this mystic place Then he whispered softly, I won’t let you forget this As he leaned over, embrace me, gently gave me a loving kiss My eyes began to fill, when he gently touched my face I'll always be here for you when you return to our special place When I opened my eyes alone I was again But my heart was not sad for I knew I'd see him when, I opened my heart and mind to the supernatural door Of the Mystical Woods and my love for evermore!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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