I know I am alone now,
Because the winds have died away,
The birds do not sing their song anymore,
I cannot hear the leaves at play,
The air doesn't whistle through the trees,
It will not blow my thoughts aside,
The air doesn't breathe around me,
And I do not have anywhere left to hide.
I cannot hear the lull of the waves,
I cannot smell the sea,
My tears are the only thing I can taste,
As I wonder where I can be,
Because I know that this is not my place...
...But I'll find it one day in my dreams.

Where the winds will whistle softly,
Calling me by name,
And the leaves will shuffle playfully,
As if playing a musical game,
And the birds will play a counter tune,
To the song within my mind,
And I will soon forget about the day,
The forest seemed to die.

But for now, I will just go on home,
Dancing through the silent trees,
Trying to listen for the music,
I love so much, it is part of me,
The whistling of the wind in tune,
To the birds, the leaves, the sky,
The little things around me,
That make me feel alive.
But I know that this is not my place,
It is not where I should be.
But it will never really matter,
Because that place is here in my dreams...

Where the winds will whistle softly,
Calling me by name,
And the leaves will shuffle playfully,
As if playing a musical game,
And the birds will play a counter tune,
To the song within my mind,
And I will soon forget about the day,
The forest seemed to die.

The day the forest died Contributed by lostinmyself on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 01:01:47 PM in AEST Topic: EmotionalPoetry I know I am alone now, Because the winds have died away, The birds do not sing their song anymore, I cannot hear the leaves at play, The air doesn't whistle through the trees, It will not blow my thoughts aside, The air doesn't breathe around me, And I do not have anywhere left to hide. I cannot hear the lull of the waves, I cannot smell the sea, My tears are the only thing I can taste, As I wonder where I can be, Because I know that this is not my place... ...But I'll find it one day in my dreams. Where the winds will whistle softly, Calling me by name, And the leaves will shuffle playfully, As if playing a musical game, And the birds will play a counter tune, To the song within my mind, And I will soon forget about the day, The forest seemed to die. But for now, I will just go on home, Dancing through the silent trees, Trying to listen for the music, I love so much, it is part of me, The whistling of the wind in tune, To the birds, the leaves, the sky, The little things around me, That make me feel alive. But I know that this is not my place, It is not where I should be. But it will never really matter, Because that place is here in my dreams... Where the winds will whistle softly, Calling me by name, And the leaves will shuffle playfully, As if playing a musical game, And the birds will play a counter tune, To the song within my mind, And I will soon forget about the day, The forest seemed to die. Copyright © lostinmyself ... [ 2005-02-13 13:01:47] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem