Traversing the Last Mile

The emerald forest uniquely so mystique spreads far and wide the shroud of surreal stillness, I enwrap floating on the rippling scented breeze. Its charming cadence enthralls my suffused essence with the servile sense of absolute surrender to the inventive creator of serenading solitude, who builds within me an innate arcane acumen to gauge the depth of the dense tranquility, compose music for the soul with the sound of silence. The designer gives me the magical power inherent to weave in mind the lattice of light and shadow, as with the resplendent rays of the morning sun, the flushing foliage creates on the calm canopy for me to immerse in the spectral ambiance of bliss. As I walk on the forest path meandering merrily around the tilted roots of the twisted ancient trees, the clumps of amber leaves that fall desiccated from the dry stems at the end of the destined time, my footsteps crumple them to make the melody for my enchanted journey unfinished within. From the forest I saunter onto the verdant meadow, undulating on the jade waves to the hued horizon. Soaking the drizzling colors of the twilight glimmer, I traverse the last mile on the time-track of life as a lonely traveler to the sanctum of serenity. February 17, 2021 Contest : Open Poetry 2 Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot