In A Green Stretch

In A Green Stretch

In a pine wood with winding mud-tracks,

There’s green stretches where cows graze;

The breeze here bounces off lashing waves,

As it embalms the scent of the sea in haste.

It’s few hours’ drive out of the city here,

A weekend getaway, a charming locale;

Amidst childhood friends I feel safe now,

No pretence I need, to convey all’s well.

The chalet is empty, the others are out,

I opted for a rendezvous with my mind;

It’s been so long since I could spare time,

To romance emotions flurried over time.

Moonlight on my face, I’m awake in bed,

As I listen to the leaves rustle in the wind;

Over the gurgle of the sea rough at night,

I still hear the clamour of thoughts within.

My mind discerns what it must do now,

But my heart puts up a stiff, strong fight;

Between the two I am squashed in pain,

Sitting on a bed of arrows life provides.

Injured the heart never loses its’ yearn,

However much the cognizance of strife;

Till it’s crushed to the very core by fraud,

Defeating, eradicating its trust in mankind.

I must rise over din that crushes humanity,

Listen to the sound of the sea and of life;

I must heal now, raise my soul from ashes

As to live without trust would mean I’d die.

I doze off, my mind exhausted from combat,

Tired of chiding my heart ever ready to trust;

I open my eyes to bright sunlight on my face,

Its faith in humanity I must upkeep, not doubt.