Old poem - Lost in the Forest
old unedited poem from 6/9/2023 - part of Lost in the Forest (story I am forever working on, illustrated poems)
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The true king wanders just like you
draped in rags cut on the woods
he need not hide inside a tower –
he walks all over the earth and calls it home
So long you could not recognize him,
sad eyes lonesome gazing forward
turned away from problems, burdens,
disillusioned with their illusory world
Demon burden springs a dark dream
so seductive, sheep stay sleeping
just to see the storm upon the sea
to watch the moon go dark
And you, queen, searched for flashing eyes
in shadows, shapes come forth from only corners
who would never adore you,
never tell you love is free
Many times you've seen his shadow,
and tried to pull him by his clothes,
embrace you – but it always goes, wandering
when light shows he is not the king
The long lost king, you thought he was asleep
but he was wandering
across the forest home
and he never did abandon you.
It's tempting to pull on a shoulder,
“turn around, my love" – if only
you will see you recognize me
you will remember our home
But when I pull, it's never you –
your shadow,
though, makes me remember
more of our world with each encounter,
in the chalk dry shadow world
All I remembered is a faded memory
when you left the castle world we built
our kingdom – never see you again
left me wandering, seem a witch
collecting stories to build again
a broken dream lost to your whim
and for years I find you again and again,
hoping you recognize who I am.
A true king is no amnesiac –
I saw the faithless one, 'fore God cover my eyes
out of pity for my broken heart, he makes me blind, restores my sight
little by little and trace by trace
I cannot, only, forget One's face.
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