It calls to me
Beckoning
A place unknown
A voice calls out
Whimsically
But I dare not follow
My sight lingers
On pastures greener
Than one has known
As daylight dances
Rhythmically
Inviting me once more
In the middle
The stump of an old willow
Waits patiently
All of them
Anticipating
The day of my arrival
From my place
I'll only stare
Too frightened to venture forward
This wooded path
I daily pass
Full view taken with one glance
I look no longer
Hesitantly
Making my departure
A day will come
Curiously
Submitting me to the wonder
The wooded path
Mesmerizingly
Haunts me
Until the day
Impatiently
I take one step closer
Surely then
The wooded path
Shall swallow me
Completely
YOU ARE READING
Wonderment
PoetryWhat runs through your mind as you wonder? Who passes by hoping to be heard? They have much to tell even if its only one word. Let your mind wonder and you will hear them. Make sure to listen carefully and until the very end. **~This is the world of...
