Woods

Woods

Holding my hand,
As we walk
Along this wooded path,
Moon overhead,
Glowing globe in the dark.
A fellowship, indeed
We are in search of something.
Three friends,
Three a.m.
Wandering through this
Forrest of smoke and adventure,
Reckless behavior.
We were out of place there,
But aren’t all those who adventure,
Out of place?
Adventure was out there,
And for once,
So was I.
Thank you for a good night.

Advertisements

One thought on “Woods

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s