The Enchanted Forest
A poem
A poem
Beneath the veil of night, they met
where shadows linger and secrets dwell.
In a hidden glen, untouched by time,
the ancient trees stood sentinel
as destinies intertwined.
He was the dreamer,
a weaver of words and melancholy.
She, a melody that haunted his reverie,
drawing him deeper into the forest’s heart.
Together they drifted in the moonlight
that filtered through the canopy,
neither knowing what the dawn might bring.
Where reality blurred
and dreams became flesh,
passion bloomed wild and untamed,
and the forest held its breath, moved by poetry
written in each caress.
Love flourished
in the space between one heartbeat and the next,
for in the enchanted wood,
no vows were needed to make love real.
It simply was, shimmering
like wisdom in the ancient trees,
whispering promises in the shadows.
They knew their idyll would be fleeting,
their blossom brief,
yet under the forest’s watchful eye, they surrendered,
if only for one stolen night,
to this mysterious alchemy.
And in the hushed reverie
between darkness and dawn,
their shared destiny was fulfilled.