Chao
Setting sail for fail in the sea of lame.
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Forest Found
Chao
September 29th, 9:48 pm
Chao
September 29th, 9:48 pm
A tree does bow, upon a hill,
A monster in its sacred rite,
So very tall that in its shadow,
Blissful day turns into night,
Atop the tree, I’m but a speck,
I’m peering down upon the land,
Looking for that special girl,
The one who’d like to hold my hand,
For many moons I burst my lungs,
To look for her, I screamed aloud,
When she screamed back, I heard her clear,
And hence she stood out in the crowd,
I grasped my perch a second more,
Then dropped forever from the sky,
I aimed quite true toward the ground,
Because in truth, I cannot fly,
And yet I flew, within, without,
The ground has come not rushing past,
I wonder when I’ll strike the earth,
Quite soon, for I am falling fast,
The branches, twigs that pass me by,
Are hard, and still they bludgeon me,
Yet still they never hurt, oh no,
For each is but a memory,
Of smiles, laughter, joyous hearts,
And times we cannot turn away,
Of times so serious we’d be,
Consumed and brought back into play,
And soon, the ground, I found, I knew,
That she was there and waiting well,
And I knew her heart was mine,
She didn’t say, but I could tell,
Together left, we did, the woods,
To let the Others, scream and fall,
And find their loves, or sexual bliss,
Or neither; let them climb it all,
We left the shadows, left the night,
Were far beyond the echoed cries,
And laid amidst a bed of grass,
And let the night reveal her skies,
Together laid we felt a whole,
Completed in our mortal state,
And with each other we can say,
Our starry hunger we can sate.
I still stare west, back to the dusk,
And still can spot my giant tree,
The one that held my loneliness,
And loved me for my misery,
And I can smile at the boughs,
And whisper it, “I will be fine,”
The wind can carry on these words,
And tell the tree I made you mine,
And I can smile, turn to you,
And tell that our souls interweave,
And take a last look at the tree,
And then, at that, we make our leave,
For not again, I’ll climb its boughs,
And try to fall off for a chance,
Because I’ve found my maiden dear,
The one who’s taught me how to dance,
And from the tree I give this ring,
A knot I carved with soul-blade knife,
And promise now, from moment on,
That I am hers, and hers for life.
A monster in its sacred rite,
So very tall that in its shadow,
Blissful day turns into night,
Atop the tree, I’m but a speck,
I’m peering down upon the land,
Looking for that special girl,
The one who’d like to hold my hand,
For many moons I burst my lungs,
To look for her, I screamed aloud,
When she screamed back, I heard her clear,
And hence she stood out in the crowd,
I grasped my perch a second more,
Then dropped forever from the sky,
I aimed quite true toward the ground,
Because in truth, I cannot fly,
And yet I flew, within, without,
The ground has come not rushing past,
I wonder when I’ll strike the earth,
Quite soon, for I am falling fast,
The branches, twigs that pass me by,
Are hard, and still they bludgeon me,
Yet still they never hurt, oh no,
For each is but a memory,
Of smiles, laughter, joyous hearts,
And times we cannot turn away,
Of times so serious we’d be,
Consumed and brought back into play,
And soon, the ground, I found, I knew,
That she was there and waiting well,
And I knew her heart was mine,
She didn’t say, but I could tell,
Together left, we did, the woods,
To let the Others, scream and fall,
And find their loves, or sexual bliss,
Or neither; let them climb it all,
We left the shadows, left the night,
Were far beyond the echoed cries,
And laid amidst a bed of grass,
And let the night reveal her skies,
Together laid we felt a whole,
Completed in our mortal state,
And with each other we can say,
Our starry hunger we can sate.
I still stare west, back to the dusk,
And still can spot my giant tree,
The one that held my loneliness,
And loved me for my misery,
And I can smile at the boughs,
And whisper it, “I will be fine,”
The wind can carry on these words,
And tell the tree I made you mine,
And I can smile, turn to you,
And tell that our souls interweave,
And take a last look at the tree,
And then, at that, we make our leave,
For not again, I’ll climb its boughs,
And try to fall off for a chance,
Because I’ve found my maiden dear,
The one who’s taught me how to dance,
And from the tree I give this ring,
A knot I carved with soul-blade knife,
And promise now, from moment on,
That I am hers, and hers for life.
