Galaxystar
Wellknown Ace
A lantern sways gently on a hook
Its bright, transcendent yellow glow
Cutting through a greyish fog
Stitched with stars
As a soft wind sighs through the trees
The forest leans in -
Young saplings, ancient oaks -
All listening
For secrets whispered by the night
Everything feels watched,
Poised,
Waiting for a long-awaited invitation
Paths wind through hollow ground
Trunks carved with names,
Symbols
Your own handwriting etched into bark
You pause
Branches above you entwining,
Mirroring your indecision
Your searching for a sign-
A guide
Between the trees
You see it:
A lake of glass, stretched silent and still
A soft Contentment stirs
As you sit beside it
And you remember -
You didn't come here to escape
You came to return
Return to a place that shaped you
The water doesn't reflect the sky
But a canopy made of your own eyes
Tears fall
The trees lean back -
They've watched this before
You dip your fingers in
The cold rises, slow and sure
You offer pain
It drinks
You offer shame
It sinks - bit by bit
Something shimmers below
You lean in
And you see -
Who you were
Before you learnt fear
You submerge
Not to drown
But to shed
The cold is not pain
It is clarity
Its bright, transcendent yellow glow
Cutting through a greyish fog
Stitched with stars
As a soft wind sighs through the trees
The forest leans in -
Young saplings, ancient oaks -
All listening
For secrets whispered by the night
Everything feels watched,
Poised,
Waiting for a long-awaited invitation
Paths wind through hollow ground
Trunks carved with names,
Symbols
Your own handwriting etched into bark
You pause
Branches above you entwining,
Mirroring your indecision
Your searching for a sign-
A guide
Between the trees
You see it:
A lake of glass, stretched silent and still
A soft Contentment stirs
As you sit beside it
And you remember -
You didn't come here to escape
You came to return
Return to a place that shaped you
The water doesn't reflect the sky
But a canopy made of your own eyes
Tears fall
The trees lean back -
They've watched this before
You dip your fingers in
The cold rises, slow and sure
You offer pain
It drinks
You offer shame
It sinks - bit by bit
Something shimmers below
You lean in
And you see -
Who you were
Before you learnt fear
You submerge
Not to drown
But to shed
The cold is not pain
It is clarity
