Leaves

Her heart clung in caresses of calm

unto those purple leaves,

how they waved by the wind at will,

branches bending to obey

the silent power of that blustery spell.

 

She came to the woods

as refuge from life scars,

a quiet clearing where for her

spirits manifested their mystical essence,

those beings who dwelled

in that enchanted world below the soil

who guarded their secrets

from most that dared to venture

among their trees.

 

Shivers would strike in shockwaves,

terror beguiled without seeing its source

so quickly the curious fled screaming

from this dread that overpowered.

 

Stories soared in scary songs

over the evil that was feared,

it drifted as menacing invisible force

that awaited to panic the unwanted.

 

But they sensed that purity

in her scarred and neglected soul,

the pain she had received

for times she gave love.

 

Then revealing their identity

under the light of waxing gibbous moon,

their bodies appearing as golden silhouetted creations

shaped as clouds and dancing spheres

that draped her suffering in an azure healing glow.

 

This life she had never known

came as she transformed into a mist

before her spirit was absorbed into the blooms

where she became forever an enchantress

able to enjoy a magical reality

as she discovered sometimes

dreams can come true

by ways most mortals would never know.