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What Eyes Cannot See |
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Into these forbidden woods I come each night Cold whispers haunt me I rest in shadows hear wind screaming in my soul Trees with broken limbs form a tangled barrier deterring those with hearts at peace Filtered through the mist moonlight shines even without the moon Touching carvings under moss-covered stone I feel ancient memories The forest moans in the distance calling me deeper Just a shadow as I pass rabbit stills eyes watching me I tease myself with fear chills of the wind darkness revealing only what eyes cannot see I hear shrill cries discordant in my heart singing of pain regret Near dawn I pull myself away knowing I’ll return Bright morning sun father wakes me for church I rise knowing what it means (C) 7/25/94 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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