Alone

image © Kandice Thompson 2009

Alone

Alone I stand in these woods.
Nothing but silence from the creatures that feel the shared sorrow.
We grieve for the loss of the woodsman.
Alone I stand here waiting.
Feeling unsure of what tomorrow may bring.
His flesh now nothing more than ash.
Alone and broken is how I feel.
I pray for the woodsman to still guide me.
His spirit soars high above my branches.
Alone and I can not touch or see him.
Lingering tears leave behind the taste of salt.
We weep from his departure of this earth.
Alone I feel in the darkened shadows.
Seeking the drumming of the heartbeat from the woodsman.
His drum sits alone with no master to play.
Alone I stand in these woods.
Nothing but silence from the creatures that feel the shared sorrow.
We grieve for the loss of the woodsman.

© Kandice Thompson 2009