My Walk on the Trail
My Walk on the Trail
Listen to the silence, like a whisper-
Some insane melody coming to life?
Perhaps the spirits in this world have evaded me-
An indecipherable feeling, overwhelming…
A moment for celebration!
My reflection in a pond, so still, is becoming like paradise,
With the calling of a nightingale, so magical-
A flight from veracity?
I spread my gilded wings, as they lift me higher and higher-
Looking down over the treetops, leaves changing hue-
Copper, burnt sienna and golden…
Listen to the silence- I am alone,
Sensing so much gratitude in this moment, so regal-
While November snow begins to fall.
Snowflakes become as tiny fairies dancing
Clothed in silken white lace-
My shadow lingers behind me,
As a cool breeze rustles my hair-
I am coming closer and closer to my heaven.
I walk alone listening to the mesmerizing silence
That resonates like muted chimes
Throughout the forest.
The sun peeks through clouds of good fortune.
I am living my dream- some sort of an insane fantasy,
Free from conniving wrath.
Solitude has become so splendidly majestic,
Beautiful and harmonious-
I hear a voice whisper to me amidst the stillness:
“Never allow your fantasies to be carried away by the wind.
Keep listening to the silence,
And never stop dreaming…”
Claudia Krizay
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