Running through the woods
of
my imagination
Branches of life
tear
at my clothing.
Silver tendrils of moonlight
spash
my tattered body.
Slithering vines snake through leafy beds,
pulling
me to the ground.
Musty forest smells enter my nostrils and
filter
into my senses as I hug the soil.
Ancient oaks open their arms
entering
light which blinds me.
My heart rhythms beat in tune with drums
eerily
to ancient ballads.
Angelic wings lift me, tenderly
loving
eyes caress my being,
Leading me into mountainous circles of stone,
and
you welcome me home.
Kay
Elaine Ekwall
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