Through the forest, we walk
We trod a well known path, a path to home
Along this path, sole beings have laid to rest.
Near beds of water, the moon can catch our gaze.
Often times, she lingers. Gazing to the stars.
In those moments, our hearts can mend and merge.
i wish these moments could never cease,
yet we must take our leave.
our time to hunt has been long past.
we near our home, greeted by the evening musk.
as our night ends i see why i envy her coat of gold,
with mine of silver.
together we lay, in lovers embrace, to sleep.
our waking moments spent ever so slow,
as the spring breeze slowly churns its peppermint charm,
we begin our day, through the forest.

ya know, sometimes, writing poetry is soothing. but it can also, be hellish. hellish being you have something to say but can't write it correctly. any who, sometimes i find my best poetry is written with out thought, much like this one. for now, im done with anger, but i've kept frustration. and im un-willing friends with lonliness, yet still i rival hope in my daily work. many of us feel like that im sure. RANTS!!!!