Virgin Forests
Through virgin forests
And unplucked gems
Twisted vines
Thoughts do stem.
Stroll through winding trails
And I’m nearly planted
By the weight of glory
Pressing me into the earth.
Almost sprouting roots
And taking up residence
In the innocence of things green.
Step back, run home
Think about this maybe forever,
Famous last words.
In my comfort zone,
Where nothing satisfies
And nothing is better than me
Lenses only blur
And spinning the reel
Only lengthens distance between
Me and dreams of late.
Where my appetite can consume,
Crunching through anything
To enjoy a fleeting taste
Of something not even real.
Next time I’ll do it
I will spread roots deep
Shoot my everything
Into the richness of the soil
The only true kingdom on earth.
Keep my ideals high
So I can’t taint or splinter
Keep my foundation low
So I can stand upon it.
Finally find somewhere
For my teeth to be defeated
Turned to dust by a truth
So much harder than themselves.
Copyright © Vaughan Wesley | Year Posted 2018
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