Lily

 

 

she drifts to a world of fantasy

 

the drifting Redwood falls below the surface

 

alone she sits in her lucid dream

 

her very soul permeates a reason for being

 

into a darkened forest with zombie creatures

 

husks of bitter matter on their being

 

long viscious fangs that drip blood off side

 

inside she hides away from its gloom

 

yet she takes a step into this vast domain

 

watches a nearby swan in the lake

 

the is in her a direct correlation between love and hate

 

some call this fate yet she still seeks for a reason for being

 

 

 

with a hand across her heart she makes a timeless dart onto a barren path

 

there she can breath in the silence of her own thoughts

 

next the wolves come across her scent then she runs away

 

looks back into a vast expanse of eyes piercing through the very fabric of her soul

 

she screams with intense fervor to futher the moment

 

then at last there was peace the sun dashes in on her frame

 

a cause to rejoice as she smiles with the reluctance of immeasurable bliss