Hidden Sight — Forest Exchange
A poem
Let’s meet in a forest,
When night and day is in between,
A time where it’s not what it seems,
Change a choice of tired mornings,
To a bounty of good evenings.
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Beyond the peaceful things,
I am still but hidden wraps of sound leaves me,
Where can I say that all will silent,
When silent still holds the whistles to signal —
A voice to the dusk or dawn.
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Cottage amongst all the darkness,
Dallied around the mist,
Wisps of old songs,
A drawing of guns,
To stand where the ghost at night had once before.
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Aligned of lights,
Where meeting stars with rose-colored trees,
An eruption of dreams —
They’d met in a chaotic peace,
An absent silence,
But beautiful no matter how it mattered —
Not to the rest of the world,
Nor for the pieces of ice hanging from the frozen dreams,
All of what lives on repeat in anyone’s racing mind.
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Where the night isn’t over yet,
You’ll still stand and stay,
Moving away into the sea that sways with breeze,
Amongst with skies and pieces of black shade,
A starry overhang with moonlight blessing,
Clinging to a sticky honey night,
All for what had been of my trade.
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