The moisened loam...

a lonely man on a walk in the woods

The moistened loam, that with his feet
Sinks, mirroring his heart,
And feels the weight upon its beat,
That tears his mind apart.

The trees waltz slowly with the wind,
And gaze upon this man.
The wizened years they hold within,
His burden, understand.

The rain sails down in crystal ships,
To hide the one he wrought,
But masks can only pain eclipse,
While peace is left, yet sought.