By William Laferriere
I pitch my tent beneath the starlit dome,
In the heart of the wild, and call it my home.
Darkness descends, and I focus on the slipstream
Camping amongst the pines, alive in a dream.
The fire crackles, a flickering muse,
Cherry embers dance, igniting the cruise,
Each spark a thought, each flame a seam,
I sit in silence, lost in the stream.
The moon, a lantern in the velvet night,
Bathes the world in a silvering light,
I breathe in the essence of this ancient wood,
Its wisdom flows softly, it whispers do good.
Alone with my thoughts, I wander deeply within,
Unraveling layers, awakening thoughts, and I grin,
The rustle of leaves, the call of the owl,
Lift my spirit, ignite my howl.
What truths lie hidden in the depths of my soul?
What stories await in the night’s gentle scroll?
With each breath I take, I feel the release,
The burdens of life fade, replaced by inner peace.
The stars overhead, a celestial choir,
Sing of the cosmos, of how to inspire,
I close my eyes, let the night run its course,
Awakening many whispers, a powerful force.
In solitude’s cradle, I indeed find my voice,
In the stillness of nature, I make it my choice,
To embrace the unknown, to dance with the wild,
To awaken my spirit, forever a child.
As dawn breaks anew, painting skies with gold,
I rise from my slumber, my heart brave and bold,
For in this communion with earth and with sky,
I’ve awakened my consciousness, and learned to fly.
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