A Revised Poem of Mine

Wanderlust

Enlightenment.
By a lonely pond
in the dark woods
you can find it.
Hidden beyond the pine trees you walked by,
behind the drooping curtains of willow branches you ducked beneath,
before the patches of meadowsweet,
scattered there along the bank.
Take a moment.
Take two moments.
Watching the light dim amongst the leaves
as the end of the day rolls in.
An orange dusk in a green world
to which there seems to be no end.
Light and life and shadows
fading.
All fading to black.
Listen to the chirping of peepers
and crickets
in chorus with the silence of the night.
Close your eyes.
Can’t you feel it?