The woman in me has journeyed to oblivion So I am wandering in the torrent, Flowing without a course Searching, Looking, Staring into the bark of trees Hoping that I find her On this dusty path that leads to nowhere. I want to fade away with the setting sun But hope won’t let me Maybe I will find her before the sun goes into hiding Maybe I’ll see her in the shadow of branches Maybe on the hills Or maybe she is somewhere, Deep within Waiting for death Waiting for sunrise. <br
Browsing tag: shadow
Out crawl outcasts of nature. Whistling the dirge Of a dead day; Toads, Crickets You and I Love is a bird. Some birds were not created for the eyes of light. The night is pregnant with our secrets. Tomorrow we will mourn today. Today we will dance to the song of twilight and fly as one shadow pretending to find freedom. Daisy Odey is a writer and COAL Ambassador who describes herself simply as "fearless, pleasant and provocative".