Funeral In The Forest

Among shadows of resentment,
A dead man walking, he escaped,
To the silence of a better place…

Ran to the forest seeking
to get resurrection,
as a way of starting over…

He invoked that power
Demanding for rebirth,
To be a part of life in that immensity,

And his wish it was fulfilled,
Blood to sap he turned
He became a tree to shade in loneliness…

Unable to feel
Saw his leaves falling
Slowly in perpetual agony
Of a wish that’s wrongly made.

Arcane with no return,
Cruel joke of fate,
Sadness, loneliness, and at the end
His branches perished as he did…

Tree of a lost time,
Days with no hours,
Veins with no blood,
Funeral of the birds
Which wave goodbye on thin air…