The woods

Are we out of the woods? Are we in clear? 

Are we stepping through the shadows? Conquering fear? 

Are we making headway, into a place sublime? 

Are we shedding our husk to be with the divine? 

The woods are beautiful, particularly tonight 

The moon is beckoning, beguiling & bright 

The shadows welcome me, with open arms

Pull me deeper in the woodland, away from the farms 

The woods say let go, not one would bat an eye 

They intrigue me with freedom, promise of an eternal flight 

Flight from the troubles, I see at the farms 

Flights from the turbulence of the perpetual alarms 

The woods are not evil, they are a creation of my own

-VM