Peace For A Wild Thing


I want to go back

To that oh so quiet place 

Where the wind kisses me 

Gently, like a lover  

Where the trees whisper my name

In a language, I’ve always known

The hum of the forest

Far from home.

When a golden light filters through the branches

I’ll lay in her arms

Stretching out for more

Always more 

Cradled like a babe in the fallen leaves

And when darkness sets in

I will not be afraid

For who could feel blind

Under quite so many stars 

Here I can wander 

To the rhythm of the evergreens

I will sing my secrets 

And let the flowers grow around my ankles

A soft solitude,

A far away Home,

Peace within the wild things 

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