Beauty Beyond
Come, let us walk a while in this the forest of my soul. Your hand in mine; like leaves in springtime with their gentle touch. Eyes that see a soul; with beauty beyond that which be the forest. Be it possible that the forest loves; or be the sight knows the soul which be the emerald green each branch known. The days pass into the years; still the tree stands; as does our hands like the branches.
Our eyes touch, as does the sun upon the forest. Life giving light to that which is the forest. So to our eyes to the very depth of each branch. Light's brilliance upon every leaf; so to our eyes, the soul hides nothing from our light. Dare we to intrude on such happiness, or cause this light to dim. Be we then as the branch that falls; helpless with none to hold that which was held.
Decades have passed all has been protected; walking as we have as the tree stands. Yet now that which gave life no longer shines. The leaves no longer cling to their branches; as they fall, twisted and brown. So to the soul without the eyes that see which be the beauty beyond.
© 2010 Words the Windows to the Soul
Beautiful words Mark,your poem is sad but yet it still beautiful as it come from your heart
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Sue
Mark as always your words shine with such feeling and depth. Hugs Carrie
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