Faustina Marie

(2/2/1996 / Ontario, California)

Eternal Dusk


Follow the worn stone path
And duck under the low hanging branch
Then reach,
Reach for the heavens however you can;
Climb the fence if you must!

Scrambling among the limbs of the old oak
Is simple and soothing,
Frustrations melt and problems fade
Into the serene sub-atmosphere

The ants scurry along, oblivious
As the jays flit and chatter
At the dogs, who pine for me-
So far from the ground

The sun only just filters through the thick foliage
Holding an eternal dusk hostage
To the gnarled mossy branches
And the deep leaf carpet below them

I am safe here,
I am happy here,
Sheltered in the old oak tree

Submitted: Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Edited: Friday, March 01, 2013

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