Breitenbush
Here in this forest
where we first met
I still feel traces of you.
Like the last shadows of light
cling to the day
before the night falls,
thoughts of you still cling to me,
filling my heart with longing.
Walking on these trails
where you once held my hand
I reach out again
and feel the emptiness.
But still the beauty of this place
surrounds me…..
I breathe deeply and inhale
the memory of you.
Rishell
June 2008
Here in this forest
where we first met
I still feel traces of you.
Like the last shadows of light
cling to the day
before the night falls,
thoughts of you still cling to me,
filling my heart with longing.
Walking on these trails
where you once held my hand
I reach out again
and feel the emptiness.
But still the beauty of this place
surrounds me…..
I breathe deeply and inhale
the memory of you.
Rishell
June 2008
