Watching Me

I sit within the wood this Night

And cast my thoughts to you

I see the many mysteries

That many think taboo

I hear the whispers of the wind

As they echo in the wood

My lips are sealed I will not speak

and yet you hear my cry

For my eyes they watch from high above

As the wind she gives a sigh.

The Shadows climb like ivy trails

Upon the the trunks smooth bark

A Shamans drum a beat of hearts

To drive away the dark

A voice is heard upon the wind

Its cry is from a girl

Who once did walk upon his path

Her journey to unfurl

She came to find a boy she'd lost

In times of long ago

She asked the trees to send her thoughts

Of where she now should go.

For aching heart she found his beat

In the Drum of the Shamans tune

The Tree did speak

To say She'd find him soon.

For there within the branches high

The Girl now could see 

The Face reflected back to her

Was Me. 

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