Golden beams of sunlight drip from leaves above my head
Pooling into enticing lakes beneath my feet.
I entrust my worn shoes to a nearby flower bed
The moment is hardly bittersweet.
A tawny deer drifts across my way
Its chestnut eyes hooded with ecstasy.
Wind-blown grasses beg me to stay
They whisper in my ears a sweet melody.
My tired bones rest gladly on the forest floor,
Hidden with the secrets of the ancient trees.
Free I lay from a world of war,
Here my soul can be at ease.
Emerald vines tangle with my fingertips,
They welcome me home.
Flowers sprout between my lips,
And I am a little less alone.
But what of your duty?
I can almost hear them say,
I relish in the beauty
Of casting it all away.
The air envelops me in better times
Intoxicating joy and passion are mine to hold
My mother long missed ignores my crimes
And my worries melt away into green and gold.
My eyes slide closed in the warmth and calm
And my wearied mind drifts away
Pleasant vines obscure my palms
As I disappear beneath the grasses’ sway.
And many cry and fill with woe
At the news of the girl who had no legacy
But an unknown end is not a foe
Rather, a peace that would spark jealousy.