Living a Lie, Lying for Love

Hiding in the shadows
Of tall trees
Playing games
Along the path by the stream
Flashes of sunlight
Exposing – then
Clouds
Once more all concealed.

Desiring the darkness
To end soon
For the forest
To give way to green
For light to reveal
True detail
Games replaced
By a life that is real.

Unknown's avatar

About Stephen Kemp (The Poet Tree)

Jack of all-trades - master of none...but working on it
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment