A Wanderer's Wish

The moonlight pours through the foliage of trees so green,

Gleaming serenely as beautiful as nothing has ever been;

The woods stole my way 

And draws my life out everyday.

Yet, I pray to let them remain so mean.

That day I walked into the forest,

Armed to face the cruelty of its taste.

The keen and cold air;

A beauty so deep and rare

Has robbed my mind of its rest.

Oblivious of its buried lies,

The faith I had that the land denies

Trudging along each day

Till I lost my way;

Not a soul in the wild to heed my cries.

The rise of the sun soothed my sight,

Nothing to aid save for the streaks of light

Of thirst my throat did burn,

Hunger and cold made me yearn

For the freedom that to gain I fight.

Then a ray of hope washed off my fear

When I found a way out of this drear.

I could see the path 

That led out of the wrath

Through the trees, spiralling and clear.

In me, I felt the rise of a concealed truth-

A craving I'd held to since my youth.

The wood's mirthless deep 

Silent in its vast sleep,

Beckoned to me again in charming truth.

In the dark of the forest shall I stay,

Forever till the time I decay.

The woodland's deep role-

A haven for my soul

Shall own me evermore this way.