In the dark of the forest
\nthe birch stand forlorn
\nskin of pure silver
\nsince they were born
\nbaked by the sun
\nsoaked by the rain
\nthrown by the wind
\nin the vilest refrain<\/p>\n
solitary sentinels
\nworthy of much
\nwitnessing everything
\nclearly they touch
\nthe hearts and the minds
\nof those wanderers, who
\nkiss in the moonlight
\nand know what they do<\/p>\n
holding hands
\nfeeling love
\nfinding breath hard to take
\nsoaked in masses of moonbeams
\ncan they stay awake
\nthe forests alive
\nwith the nocturnal souls
\nwho see everything
\non their myriad strolls<\/p>\n
but the lovers intent on
\ntheir sweet serenade
\nare blind to the darkness
\nin their hearts are laid
\ntumultuous blessings
\nand the tenderest thoughts
\nof country locations
\nand far away ports
\nplaces they’ve stayed
\nand embraced all they’ve seen
\nin the darkest of forest
\nthat soon will be green<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the dark of the forest the birch stand forlorn skin of pure silver since they were born baked by the sun soaked by the rain thrown by the wind in the vilest refrain solitary sentinels worthy of much witnessing … Continue reading