On a pathway through the forest
Giant redwoods all around
The birds sing well in chorus
Yet, I hear but not a sound
Echoed silence tends to linger
As I slowly lose my sight
Staring at an empty finger
When each day turns into night.

Down the pathway, I continue
Searching for an opening
That will lead me to a venue
Filled with warm and tender things
Clouded deep within the forage
There is no glow to be found
For a heart that lives in storage
Longing for a love, profound.

On a pathway through the forest
Bordered by nothing but trees
The birds sing well in chorus
For each soul around, but me
As I search for just one clearing
In the form of lasting light
I unearth my spirit fearing
I’ll be left alone to write.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection