There is a canyon where understanding is the only sound you hear
A shore where memories come back full and clear
A forest where childhood and maturity finally combine
On the border of reality where time is paid no mind
The trees are made of music, played directly to the heart
Air that whispers feelings beyond the grasp of art
Clouds pierce the soul to its deepest hole with the dancing shapes they make
Nearby a gold that stays resides within the lake
Words float without their limits
Emotions pace without their walls
The question, don't be timid,
Does this place exist at all?
Whether you believe or not may make no difference in the end,
But the difference in the thick of things may be the piece that mends.
But the difference in the thick of things may be the piece that mends.
"The trees are made of music."-well done
ReplyDeleteYay for nature and its natural therapy. Love this.
ReplyDelete"nearby a gold that stays". Worship. Is that an allusion to the poem nothing gold can stay? Regardless if it is or not this poem is prime. Prime.
ReplyDeleteLove this, it's surreal
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. Usually when I'm reading there's a line or two that stick out to me. But this, I loved every line. Truly inspired.
ReplyDeleteSo cute, I love it.
ReplyDeleteugh. This is so good!! Thank you for writing this piece of art.
ReplyDeletei want to be here. also, how did i miss your intro?
ReplyDeleteanyway, better late than never.
realized this isn't your intro but still so good.
Deleteforgive me for stalking.
but i think we all want someone to stalk us.