Into the Woods

Into the Woods

I ran into the darkest woods,
to bleak and scary lands
The blackest folds and deepest hoods,
to find out where I stand

A forest feared far too long
and much too late embraced
Found dancing to a different song,
to beats spent prior... chaste

Seeking an alliance, longed
'neath canopies of trees,
Through muted vows of silence, wronged
... the muffling of pleas

More than one might think they would,
with wrong turns through the maze
Somewhere, somehow misunderstood,
amidst the waifs and strays

Naked as the day we're born,
to textures black and white
I made my self a bed of thorns,
to sleep on through the night

Yet in the forest, colours bleed,
we see the shades of grey
Left colour blind, we don't take heed,
or hear what they say

The voices of the forest call,
they call for those who care,
who care to listen, take their falls,
it speaks to those who dare

It speaks to those who bear the scars,
that only time incurs
Like fireflies, we're stored in jars,
as fate so fleeting, blurs

Times arrow flies one way, alone,
regardless how we try
With first impressions cast in stone,
as scenery rips by

Tripping over stops we find,
stops we wish could stay
Locked on route with ties that bind,
worn ropes, so tired, fray

Fretting what I'm fearing, fraught
yet never knowing why
'midst chaos in the clearing, caught
such seasons, they do fly

A flight of fancy, flown its way,
... or stranded on the ground
To the hands of fate we play,
we deal with what's found

Discovered in the undergrowth,
'neath calluses, time formed
Locked into ourselves, betrothed
with paths well travelled, worn

Yet somewhere of the beaten track,
a kindred fire burns
Scouting round and swinging back,
so cautious in our turns

Through formerly avoided woods,
dark days drenched in such doubt
I get to where a camp once stood
... the fires always out

Extinguished but for ember's burn,
still hot beneath the ash
A season's story, pages turn,
a midnight forest dash

A walk I'd wanted far too long,
a journey incomplete,
a start, a sense... I don't belong,
the sins that we repeat

in blackest folds and deepest woods,
through bleak and scary lands
Salvations found in darkest hoods,
... I now know where I stand