On misty moons, I wander free,
Escaping life's cacophony,
The world's too loud—a fading sound,
As nature's peace enfolds me round.
All alone, my spirit grows strong,
Visions of a hidden world beyond;
Shadows of the past still linger near,
And now, my soul will find me here.
For in this land, I'm never alone,
Nature's heartbeat echoes my own.
Let me dwell here, where wisdom flows,
With a world of wonder that grows and grows.
there's a jar on my nightstand;
it used to be my grandmother's
but i recycled her memory
into a pandora's box full of happiness.
the slips of paper are periwinkle
with dark purple penned messily,
I wake up under covers or chains,
Alone in a bed I didn't sleep in,
Clothes like a straight-jacket around my limbs,
My thoughts locked in the prison of my brain.
Outside it is snowing—a cotton cover,
my horoscope said i would lose someone dear to me,
you've never really believed in that astrology,
but i click on yours, and what i see staring back
Comments
Love it! You make nature sound as amazing as it should be. I go on walks sometimes when my house gets too noisy, so I can totally relate
Since our Romantic unit in poetry is ending, I figured I'd write one.
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