The path that many walked
has disappeared amongst the brush.
The shadow quivered in the charisma
Of the hidden stars.
The baleful bed of wildflowers cushioned his pain,
Like chilly hands keeping him afloat.
The balance is perfectly maintained.
The leaves and petals tickled his arms,
The fingers grasped tighter until an ache blossomed.
The bliss of sleep fluttered away
Like a bullet from a gun.
He’s pulled below,
Farther and farther until he is no more.
Until he was swallowed by the dewy verdant,
By the loving embrace of the earth.
The trees around him hover like distraught mothers.
The pine branches longing to hug him
But they cannot bend as their willow sisters can.
But they should have no fear,
Soon he’ll be out of sight
And out of the graspings hands.
