The Forest of Inner Twilight

The Forest of Inner Twilight By Hugo When the waking veil is lifted And the shimmering mist disappears We find ourselves in a forest Full of hopes, dreams and fears Here amidst the hollow trees Among the dust and brittle bones We find all that we have sacrificed And all whom we have known It is here among the wreckage Of the countless broken me's That our darkest moments linger In places no one ever sees No birdsong haunts this forest And no light there pierces your eyes It's a place of tears and twilight And echoes of distant cries For when the waking veil is lifted And slumber's deep dark returned We find ourselves in a forest Where once a bright light had burned -End-