Refreshments Poem by Richard Dorrough

I stand here silently,
Intently listening,
As the burdens of life,
Flow downstream with the current

Chirping, Whistling
Nature singing its song,
The wind whispering,
Through the boughs of the pines

The imagined faces,
Glide whitely bye,
On an easel of blue,
Brushstrokes unnoticed

Brought here by the path,
That flows through the wood,
But guided by the heart,
With a yearning for calm

I stand here on this island,
That I have seized for myself,
Always wary of the slippery moss,
Ending my conquest

There is safety here,
Away from the prying eyes,
The danger of the forest,
Welcomed and unheeded

The passing of time,
Cast its long shadows,
Soon I must leave this place,
And it saddens my heart

My body reaches out with hunger,
To the last few rays,
Of the setting sun,
For the warmth of the soul

As the fireflies mingle,
And begin their nightly dance,
I retreat to the world,
Momentarily refreshed