Forever In Thought

Photo by J. Trent

Forever In Thought
By John Trent

Solitude’s hush upon this winter grey

Oaks swathed with shrouds of moss laden curtains

Stillness settles as the morning fog hangs

For eternity she waits on this old oaken bluff

With downward cast eyes, she sits alone

A porcelain visage of such contemplative grace

Reliving life’s sadness and wonderful years

Of youth long past, yet her essence remains

Ghostly arms reach out of the mist

With their grey-green leaves and mossy hands

Whispering so light, a solemn song

As a tear slowly falls from her hardened face

Eternal are the memories as she relives each day

Forever longing her sweet earthen rest

So beautiful and fragile, she sits alone

Forever waiting in this garden of stone