Tucked away, wrapped in green
Where traces of amber light whisper
And wary gusts of nature's breath
Whisk the leaves and trees in turn;
Where only I can see the sacred beauty
Of this veiled glen
We take another step through the grasses
"We're almost there," I whisper
I hold your hand
Above, the thunder crashes
Cradled amidst the towering firs
Shielded from balmy days abroad
This alcove in the tranquil wood
Liberates the artist's soul,
Dispels the cynic's scornful eye
Inspires a modest prayer
(I'll go there, now and then,
To that hallowed, veiled glen)
We push away branches before our path
"Look inside, and see," I speak
You laugh, unsure
Rain falls; we've come at last
Locked inside a cherished thought
In memory- imagination now reality
Boughs sweep on low to the earth
That knew my step, touch, and tears;
And one day I'll share this place
For all it's worth
To one who might see the sacred beauty
Of my veiled glen
We step inside, the noise dims down
We are silent, here, lost in serenity
We smile with our eyes; here
Light shines, and is found |
Submission Name: The Glen
