Author's Note – I wrote this many years ago, inspired (I believe) by the wilderness found in the place I grew up & still miss...


The Forest

by Ghost Helwig


Quietly I roam

Among the darkest branches

Softly I descend

Amid the darkened blooms

Lightly I blend

Into the night-wet sky

Wildly I wander

Past the hopeless brush

Swiftly I decline

Beyond my head I ponder

Gently I repent

Walk past my life I saw her

Hardly I hate

Between the tight-wrung walls

Lovely I lie

On top of dew-drenched grasses

Sweetly I hope

For another chance

Nicely I wait

By the dark gate

Helplessly I sigh

And here my days go by