(Poem) Our Forest

Our Forests

Beyond my enchanting
forest of green
of gentle breezes, warm sun,
waterfalls
a great wall appears
I dare to peek
between the stones

A strange forest assails
my vision
How can it be?
trees made of steel
leaves, of thorns
fruits, of hopeless faces
and shattered dreams

I find you there
our eyes meet
I give you my hand
a flicker of hope in your smile
a whole realm of fantasy
in your eyes
return
where they once resided
in your handsome face

I give you my voice and my hand
"Come fly with me." I offer
"My angel," you whisper
"Your friend," I say
You reach out
but our hands do not touch

You move to come closer
but the chains lock
your feet frozen
I feel your soul
drenched with despair
I feel your heart
losing its last beats
of freedom

Tears of pearls
fall from the sky