ominouspoet

here i stand – amidst the trees  

i hear the echoes of wind 

that whistle through this valley 

for evermore

my intuition,
she whispers,

"they're worried,"

she whispers,

"it's not safe,"

she tells me things i could not see with my eyes
and always, i listen

ah, my darling-
the moon, so full and bright!

shining above, whispering in the wind-
my darling, the moon

tomorrow clouds may cover her-
next week, she'll wane away.

how the days seem dreary now-
no more than the day she left.

the clouds grey and foreboding-
the candles flicker, shadows dance
reminding me so painfully of that day

the water, like a glass between-
the other world, and me

here i am, in this imprisonment-
the rivers, bars of my cage

i swim-
but never can i break the surface.

what deed have i done-
to deserve such a punishment?

the universe exists everywhere
but it's hidden

in every second of silence
in every mindful moment

only there can you see the wholeness of the world

only when you step out of the city
with its noise and smoke