Wandering in the Woods
Wandering in the woods
Woods that don’t belong to me
Mysterious…Mystical…It’s lusty fragrance calling on to me…
I’ve gone astray…
I’ve gone away….
The trees here have leaves that sway…
In tones of warmth and passion
Inviting all your desires in a mad fashion…
The Roots have deep intense hold
Of some sweet craving…Difficult not to behold…
The branches have spread out so strong
Aromas, fragrances, nests that belong
To emotions unknown…
Kindling a fire
Of happiness, bliss, longing deep till my bones
I’m lost now in these woods
Wandering as if paradise lures me
Stay…The heart says why flee?
I ache for my belonging…
The spirit of the woods knows it’s calling
The essence of this wandering…
Come he says I shall fill you in With my magic and my loving depth
Replenish this wood with your enticing breath…
I’m clinging now to his leaves, branches and roots…
My soul screams…This is something not yours…Only a fine loot
Is love I ask then just a wandering thief? It has robbed me blind in wanting and seductively mute…
My possession…I cry…
To these woods is not what I shall carry while I die…
Loot or not…
But my spirit shall hold the memory and the love…
Of what you showered…
Eternally will be my blossomed flower…