Speak in Poetry

[JakeTulane]

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
This was my dream and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
you shook your pensive head as who should say,
'I dare not--to far in his footsteps stray-
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.'

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.

[JakeTulane]

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.'

[JakeTulane]

I heard you call my name, I saw your smiling face.
When I turned around I couldn't find you.
Where did you go? Why did you leave?
For I do so miss all our bliss.

We were as one, with promises to never leave.
Standing tall and proud, we're now crumbling down.

You smiled down at me, letting me know
You're still around. Watching over me,
Sometimes with a frown.

Sometimes I still hear the whisper of your voice.
Or was it the wind, just whistling my name.
I turned around to see, the shadow of your frame.
Or was that just the tree we planted for you and me.

I knew you're still here guiding me.
No matter how far I travel, wherever I roam.
You'll always be beside me to love and guide me.
Till I find my way back home.