Walking though the woods--my poem!

[Shanti Shaharazade]

Walking through the woods
by Shanti Shaharazade Texeira

Walking through the woods, the forest and the trees
Is where my spirit yearns and hungers to be free
A blanket of darkness to caress and hide my soul
to lose myself in the depths of shadows so familiar and yet so old

You would think that the loneliness of my solitude would do me in
there you'd be mistaken, my adventure and life would just begin
There has to be more to this life, than paying the monthly bills
I've tried, yearned, learned, read written, painted to my fill.

and yet

There has to be more, more I haven't found
Like an elusive butterfly, won't be kept and won't be bound
I have to keep this faith, in these magical beings
For if i lose this belief then what wonder would life bring?

So forgive me if my mind wanders
Onto brighter, more mystical things
If I seem not to pay attention
to the worlds trivial mundane mutterings

for wouldn't it be grand
if i came and took by the hand
leading you to the moonlit silvery lake
where festivities of fairies we would partake.
Copyright © 2009

[Shanti Shaharazade]

thank you my lovely ladies, I have to remind MYSELF of what is REAL to me!! xooxo love n light!

[Jan Bennett]

Lovely, Shanti - touches the heart and reminds us to look to the mystical for life-giving graces. Thanks for sharing this.

[Tara]

Oh Shanti, this is beautiful. Thank you so much.