Lost in a Wonderland
Lost in a wonderland.
A place I never wish to leave.
Fog covers here in the morn.
The sun shines in the noon.
And the moon never leaves the sky.
When the cries sound off,
the horns quake the air,
the sound of a million warriors pulling out their weapons.
Battle must begin.
It is in the noon that we fight through till night.
When the fog begins to gather
we all flee to the woods,
they up to the mountains,
not to return for a while.
It is deep in the night as we drift off to sleep,
laying our weapons down to rest,
as we curl up in the trees,
dreams engulf our minds for one more moment.
The sun rises and the fog has eaten the ground,
we talk and make merry on their branches,
shaking down apples and berries for our delight.
Basking in the sunlight warmth.
There is a flicker in his eye,
laughter on his face,
sweat on his brow,
and mystery in his heart.
We sit until the fog clears,
and venture off farther into the woods,
a river we find and soak our wounds in,
its coolness found so relieving.
An arrow is taken to a rabbit or bird,
a fire is made to roast them and we sit there,
gutting, skinning and plucking,
recalling memories from the old land.
We never wish to go back.
Wondering through the forests for the rest of our lives,
is perfectly fine with us.
Handling things is our game.
A guitar, a flute, a viola and a violin are taken out,
from the hollow of a wood where we stowed them,
for safe keeping.
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poem by Amber Glistener
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