Among the undergrowth

Among the undergrowth

Searching among the undergrowth
she makes her own way
through intertwined branches
Her breath sends a mist drifting down
over the steps she takes

In the distance, a bird chirps
its song carries far
and to her it seems like the plot
of words she longs to hear
but closer by, there is only silence

The bird has spread its beautiful wings
above the trees
and now flies through the gray and dreary
She watches him and waves
him off with her sad gaze

Her tears wet her cheeks
but she pretends
she no longer feels the sorrow
she walks and wanders without searching
Her gaze clouded by the moisture

And there, suddenly, among the branches
hidden among the wet dew
she finds silver threads
that, spun, show the route
like stars in the night

She takes the thread and lets herself be guided
along the path it has spun
and even the bird in the sky
can no longer tell where the
path will lead…

…but as soon as the sun rises
and bathes the world in its gold
the thread will reflect the light
and dazzle the world
like the purest jewel for the heart…

© Mrs Moriah
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