Lady Of The Earth

Pondering, my eyes cast out the window, I see her.

She lays there, silent and peaceful above the trees, her body curved as she rests on her side, facing me.

I can not help but feel that there is something troubling about her, a lost love perhaps, that she silently calls out to with her face fixated on the horizon where she may catch a glimpse one day, but until then, she lays with hope.

I have tried many times to reach her, to ask her of her tales, but I am yet to succeed.

Miles upon miles of woodlands, rivers and thorns guard my path to her, they are neither truthful nor gentle and so I sit here.

In my ivory tower, if you like, forced to do nothing but gaze upon her brilliance.

A brilliance that stands as a beacon to my interest and curiosity.

Until then, she and I shall both wait.