Forests of Haze (By Olivia)
I could hear your echo calling, Within the howling breeze, A sound that travelled by wing, And fluttered as time began to cease. The scent of the scattered lilies, Reminded me of your never-ending forests, The ones that hid and sheltered me, And offered a promised sanctuary of rest. The safety encompassed my soul, As I imagined the sunlit mornings, Drenched in a peace that fills the deepest of holes, As my roses carefully bloomed in yearning. Your mysterious mazes, I thought, They captivate me so, But will I be lead through the hazes, Or will my heart lose sight of the sun’s gentle glow? I miss your warmth, I truly do, The one felt from my mind’s wistful trees, The sun that glinted against the river of blue, And the way time had ceased, or so it seemed. Why do I miss it? Your wandering forests, When I only remained lost, In a dreamlike state of stardust? Why do I miss it? When all I’ve ever known, Was the way my heart would sit, Awaiting your snow? Because your snow never arrived.