Woodland

 

Walks in woodland, under canopy of green

streaming sunlight breaks through

lighting skin a lustrous sheen

an angel walks

amongst

the greenery

such perfect scenery

she sees me

and takes the breath I breathe

but we can never be

She walks in fields of emerald

with an air of mystery

her smile special, my mind unsettled

a scene from a dreamlike story

stands before me

lights, camera, action

a treasure, jewel or gem

of unrivalled attraction

I don’t want to wake

but I can’t stay in this state

I can’t let those feelings shake

but we can never be

She walks the concrete playgrounds

the city, she moves like a goddess

floating through, her beauty astounds

but we can never be, you see

she is a mystery to me

a fleeting moment

lost in history

a glance stolen by chance

In a distant land

by an unfamiliar sea

a fantasy of fractured dreams

different lives, mismatched extremes

And those thoughts can’t break

the chains

that shackle

the crackle of static

I’m struck

as the dreams unravel

she is like a picture book

lost in an attic

forever to be left at rest

for I am night, darkness strewn

she is daylight

I’m the moon

she is the sun, burning bright

and we can never be

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love

Kyle.