British Columbia, Canada
|Play Dreamcatcher Song
(The song is by Secret Garden and absolutely beautiful)
Click on link to open the song, minimize it, listen for a few seconds until the words are over and then read the poetry with the music playing. I hope you enjoy this poem.
~* In The Forest Glen *~ for Willow
I often go among the giant shadows
of the forest trees to purge my pain.
Walking among those ancient giants
so tangled in long lost memories is calming.
Somehow the lush greens wash over my tired heart
renewing my mind, body and spirit.
For there I am so small, in all that wonder.
As I weave through the intricate canopy
of filtered light above, a beam of sunlight
dances across my feet as I tiptoe lightly
so as not to disturb the gentle rayís path.
Waterfalls and river sounds cleanse my spirit
as I purge toxic thoughts that hold me hostage.
The metronome of my heart slows against my will
to an acceptance of life and my surroundings.
I stand still, hoping to catch a wisp of her far off song
for I know she is dancing here somewhere in the breeze.
I hearing only disjointed vignettes of some lyric
playing off my mind that is hidden in the wind.
Then silence whispers in the wind like a loud shout.
I feel my sorrow draining to the earth, water, and sky.
The silent whispers become stark epiphanies
overtaking and calming my chaotic emotions.
My senses awaken, as I smell the musty aroma
and my hand reaches to entwine in the tendrils
of the forest ribbons that tie her hair in a bow.
I surrender completely to the scent of the trees,
the sounds of silence, and the gentle rush of the river.
Soon the subtle windís song becomes a symphony.
So very poignant are the lyrics to the song it plays
that my eyes fill with tears of the knowing,
as I see the tears it wrings from moss on stones.
I begin to echo Natureís tranquil song of peace
with a lyrical rise and fall of my own soft voice.
Resonating off the timbers surrounding me
as I sing louder, they become a finely tuned choir.
My soul once more elevates above this scene
as I need far more clarity in which to see her.
There she is lying so still in slight waterís ripple.
I sense she is smiling and inhaling the last few notes
of the Celtic forest song I sang just for her.
Suddenly against my will a slight windís ripple
sends her back to where she belongs.
I stroke the water wishing her back,
She is gone again, but she will reappear
next Sunday at the symphony in the forest glen.
~*~ Mysteria ~*~
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All Rights Reserved
* artist unknown
* song is by Secret Garden "Dreamcatcher"
~*~ Carpe' Diem ~*~
[This message has been edited by Mysteria (02-04-2002 01:46 AM).]