So quiet, oh so quiet…
Through those dark fog laden glades…
Past the meadows, and into the woods…
The fog adds to the silence…
Contemplation of what is…
Silent the thought of what could have become…
Still it’s a surreal dream….
Of what might have been real…
All in the stillness of these woods.
Trees and ravines the foothills all disappear into the shadows…
Step so carefully…
Lost into the darkness of the day….
Wondering where I will be…
The paths leading to the place I wanted to reach so…
Never so sure which one I would take…
I am that lost in them?
You could have been the one…
If only I treaded so delicately…
I wish I was wiser in the end.
I stepped in between the shadows and fog…
Steep steps and shear cliffs…
Teetering on the edge…
Of want and need…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem