A clearing
In the
Branches
Reveals
A soft circle
Of sod
Pale flowers
Scattered
About
Yet my head
Is filled up
With doubt
"Don't be so quick to
Dismiss the good
Beauty's within you
As it should
Reach through the
Demons
Crowding your head
And look
Up to
The sky
Once again"
I sit upon
The dew
Flecked grass
List'ning
To the night's song
Around
Lightning bugs
O'er
The field
But my thoughts
Are darkened still
Someone
Save me
I can't
Find hope
Luna
Unbind me
"I'm here
My child
Don't be so quick to
Dismiss the good
Beauty's within you
As it should
Reach through the
Demons
Crowding your head
And look
Up to
The sky
Once again
Oh, look
Up to
The sky
Once again
Once again"