The Journey Begins

 

 

Impossible Landscapes

Plucked from the feather of the hawk

Feather-like implications

Matter not to those outside of the forest

It’s all hazy

But the black silhouettes remain

To challenge me

I enter in quiet confidence

As the dawn collides with the dark

Thawing the frost covering my heart

Melting into streams flowing to other lands

The trees take me in

The journey begins