The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts
Photograph by ©Sandra a. Marte of forever777
a hand that gathers time within its sleeves,
the broken myth of love and desperation,
sleeps upon the swing, rocking to the rhythms
over the earth it’s victim, and life
like a young girl moves barefoot upon the hand;
she is lost among the green worlds below,
her mind a forest of exactitude,
a shelf life of thoughts
inexplicable darts of emotive force,
she glides upon the winds
where time like a loving father holds her, gently;
and, yet, she grows more desperate
with each day, the slip of sky,
an overcast of loneliness,
the sudden wonder
that he is there among the vines,
the flesh has spoken in its own rhymes;
the caress within the leaves,
the eyes that follow her,
the dance from tree to tree;
she gathers light in a bolt, a flash
of moonlight on the unbidden sea,
where neither…
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