Through The Haze

I'm lost upon this planet with no hope.

The air is thick with dust and burning ash.

My fingers linger on an older rope; '

Tis frayed and worn to threads; I search my stash.

No others here; I be alone for'er.

I signal with this fire for someone's gaze.

For life without another, I prepare,

Until I see another through the haze.

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But there she is, a woman made of trees,

She calls to me, and asks me not to burn.

I beg forgiveness; she forgives with ease.

I am a fool and have a lot to learn.

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Forgive me, Forest, for I did not see

How much my chest would heave upon our love.