Found this poem scribbled on a tiny notepad. I only vaguely remember writing it, but I forget how many years have passed since I wrote this and under what circumstances. Not to mention, the old me didn’t come up with a title for it :P

But I hope you will enjoy!

In a lost, forgotten land,
Far, far away,
There could be heard,
Beneath the cluster of leaves,
Of giant silver oak trees,
On a tropical floor of yellows and reds,
The voices of the moon,
Which every last little twig and leaf,
Fresh, dry or auburn,
Covered with a sheet of dew,
Love to whisper,
Off their supple, delicate bodies,
To the dense conglomeration,
Of dark beauty.

Wisps of fog descend,
On the forest floor of brooding,
Where there lies not a soul,
No one blessed with a conscience of their own.

How desolate,
How in vain,
Do the chants of the moon go,
Of course, no one will know,
But as rain pours,
And calms the temperate,
The smell of wet soil liberates,
Hope is new found,
And love is abundant.

Within the ambience of loneliness,
Came a light,
A shimmering beacon of pure energy,
With a promise,
Perhaps even a dream,
To spread its wings,
Let behold the world,
Destined for a miracle,
Embrace darkness, for what it's worth,
And rediscover our planet,
The big blue globe,
The one which rotates with its sheer enormity,
Walking around a great bright champion,
In lady-like frivolity,
Showering grace on the four great seasons,
Gently expressing the whims of god.

All is one and,
One is all,
She saw the meaning of life through my eyes,
And I hers,
Scars of war are forged,
Bravery will redeem herself,
As the sky collapses in the horizon,
Forsaking us to a cold, dark nightmare,
I beg of you, don't forget us,
Our eyes may not see,
Touch sends shivers down out spine,
However,
The fire of determination crackles away,
Reminding us of the purpose of our existence,
I will redeem you,
Then I will redeem myself,
In the eyes of god.