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created on 06/10/2008  |  http://fubar.com/the-forest/b222530

A Forested Place

A Forested Place by LateNiteFantasy© In a secluded forested place, I sat on a flat, chilly stone and listened. I could hear the gentle drip of dew falling from high, high trees onto rocks below and into brooks that ran alongside. There was a gentle hush there, a wordless call that seemed to say "embrace me". The wind, growing more heated, and more fragrant with every passing moment, encircled me, wrapped itself around me and with a soft urging, lifted me from my rock to follow it along a narrow path. And there, to you. A softer, sweeter scent than ever the wind carried captivated me, and you, a being more lovely than any of nights dreams completely drew me. You were attired in gossamer, hair flowered, emerald eyes and honey smiles and I knew in that moment I would love no other. A drop of dew from high, it struck me, there on the top of my head, and you smiled, and you laughed and I found myself lost in a giggle I could not control. I looked away from you for the merest moment, to gesture towards the heavens, to smile and say, "that was unfair", and when I looked again, you were gone. I feel no more of my life will be lived, it has been years since that fateful day, and each day I have returned to this place, to see you, my goddess, to have you smile at me again, to let me love you again, and I feel, I have no more life left, and sad. A large tree will offer me respite from the day, and offer me a place to lay my head against as this life spills from me, leaving me one with this place forever. No sadness, for having seen you, I know now, there can be no sadness, for I have loved you everyday of my life, and in that, my life was full.

Woodland Waste

Woodland Waste by LateNiteFantasy© A stillness in the forest, A pregnant moment waits. Birds settled, quiet expectant, A doe and buck poised to run. Heads up, ears lifted, muscles tense, First the faint odor defiant, Drifts in on wisps of white fingers. Then the crackling sound, near and far, Leaves, dry and brittle being broken fiercely. Flashing glimpses of red, orange and yellow, The meniscus is shattered; life pours forth. Noises crescendo from creatures large and small, Now hours later blackened stumps Steaming in a clouded afternoon rain, Sit as silent witness to one small match.
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