an old poem of mine I found recently

[obliviousmiss]

vision

the forest is silent, still.
i am surrounded by trees;
my feet crunch a solo in the snow.
the cold air--once only sterile-- is now crisp and refreshing;
reality is tangible.

the moon,
that not-quite-full orb,
looks like a winking though discerning eye,
watching and waiting,
granting me with a sense of comfort.
its light sifts down, causing everything to have a silver lining.
this outline calls to attention Shadow, part of the tree; symbiosis at its purist.
and yet-
although the contrast sharpens the shades, the trees are neither white nor black. dark purples and blues and greys flow in between.

so it is with every tree.
my senses are heightened, though not out of fear;
i want to absorb everything, this sponge of a heart is no longer dry;
max-saturation is in sight.

in my head are symphonies and memories;
mellifluous musings,
reverent reflections.
they run through my veins like nectar, an energizing current.

no, tonight fear does not hold the reins;
there is a light on a back porch
where Someone watches for me,
waiting,
ever so patiently,
to enfold me with a tender embrace.

[written Wednesday, December 21, 2005]