Child Of The Forest

Child Of The Forest

Shining dimly like the light
From some perverse moon
Beauty in illumination
But it is illuminated darkness
A shadow falling on a heart of stone
Whose only dream is to live in the light
While dreaming in black

Tainted innocence
Is innocence still?
Portraying clearly what it once was
And showing just as clearly how it left
And what is now left behind
Silhouette or reflection
Deeper beneath the surface of who you are
Yet a ghostly imprint, fingerprint
Of a life you remember only in dreams
A waking, yet slumbering nightmare

Child of the lonely dark
Foregoing hope of redemption
To cling more tightly still to the memories
Dancing like phantom fireflies
In the flickering film surrounding
Like sunlight dancing on water
A summer day you once knew
Tasting it as clearly as looking through glass
Sweet as sugar
Yet a glimmer, a faint breath
A gasp in the dark
There and back again
Tangible and real and clasped tightly
Then gone…

Memory is but a slow, sticky conglomeration
A lose vapor, clinging cloud
It refuses to ever fall solidly enough to remain
To be found forever
But will not leave you entirely
Lost in its own web
Like a spider spinning its own shroud
Destined for its own demise
Embracing its ill-fated destiny