I am wandering through a twilight woods,
misty and blue-shadowed.
I stumble upon a beautiful ruin,
mossy and forgotten by time.
It is silent and vine covered.
My eyes dart an my mind searches
for a way to take it all in.
I know not how to embrace this.
I walk among the broken stones,
sit and rest on a fallen white column,
Caress an ancient and sacred altar.
This is tragic strength,
and this place is Nature’s beauty.
(How do I breathe it?)
How may I keep this and not forget?
These stones invite me, but yet are stones.
I stand among them,
am surrounded by them,
But cannot carry them off
to a corner of my being.
There is peace here, this eternal moment.
There is rest here, at this calm place.
Should I wander back into the woods,
and become lost in the twilight,
(as so many have, and I have so many times)
I may never again find this unknown ruin.
So, I shall stay here and know it
a piece at a time.