Christian Hudak


My Place Within the Pines


Out of a garden grows a verdant forest
A forest of wounded artistry
To be in her presence
Is most overwhelming
Roving under the flooding shadows of towering trees
Winters frost drowns me gently
Pines exhale a rare scent
Roots surface from a frigid grime
Leaves spill from succulent timber

The irony of this place lures me beyond the pines
Deeper - Further
Away from her echo - her image - her light - her memory
My place in love is far beyond this cursed forest
But loves place in me remains within these pines

Submitted: Saturday, June 07, 2014

Topic(s): love


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