The Silent Forest
As my delirium takes hold I find myself all alone
With mute surprise I wander aimlessly through a silent forest
Grotesque spirits shrouded in shimmering haze hover in the distance
A cold shudder ripples over me with every breath I take
Then in front of me, a shining moonflower appears in full bloom
Its sweet scent fills my nostrils and transports me far away
Rambling thoughts pour forth into a murky unknown
Ivy clad memories tremble in solemn moonlight
Decaying moments are strewn everywhere in abstract abandon
Desires shriek as writhing shadows dance with licentious rhythm
And I am caught in a rhapsody of conflicting emotion
Tossed upon a sea of lost passion and forgotten dreams
Wave after wave of missed opportunities wash over me
In echo of a life torn asunder – times past thunder all around
Suddenly, stillness descends and a velvet blackness envelopes me
As the darkness takes hold I am alone again in the silent forest
Clouds have covered the sky, blinding moon and stars
A shiver runs through me as the moonflower silently closes
Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.
The above poem was published in The Sirens Call June 2015.
Reblogged this on Vagrant Poetry.
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