Nemophilist

haunter of the woods, woods whispering wishes, like a heartbeat, still as starlight, reflecting all the music… oaks and birch, pine and laurel, soothing barks, ligneous laughter, a morning sun silent as dew, drizzled on the heart, freeing the feelings to believe, blessing away the distress, kindness curing each dread. Haunter of the woods, Poignant displays of rustling leaves, Expressions in dancing verdures, Music composed on winds of color, Hues in magenta, mahogany, mysteries… Bold flavors of yesterday, the past Forever awake in my thoughts, Dreaming… haunting and healing…. Aching autumn, hope Singing a new song, a new love Sweating in tones of amber Delicious, delicate dreams hovering Into the midnight, moonlight Erasing the reflections of a past When everywhere, there amid the darkest Dread, there – lived the stillness, Peace overflowing the night, so wonderous, Like lavender skies on the September Heart, enchanting, romantic…. Remembering the haunting, Solitude feeling like the truth, The only truth, Insanity coming apart beneath the heavy Gaze of prayers prayed by lives, Amazed and praising, preparing… Yes, preparing for the moments When faith would take away the doubting, Amid the crackling leaves, The decaying despair, the darkness Unaware that tomorrow would never consent, To the testing of a lukewarm grace, Never abide in the faith who couldn’t believe – Believe beyond the shadow of a doubt, Life is mostly a hill climbed by those who see, Beyond the trees, into the woods Where silence destroys the darkest dread And serenity makes a way for grace, Humbling even the richest, the most blessed, Humbling so that, together with light, They can feel the wonder of the woods, The beautiful in the thickets… They can see… the forest for the trees!