The Place

Written right after "A Mental Twilight"

A lost girl
Walks through the woods
Twilight just ended
She walks to no where

A thick fog surrounds her
Beading on her choppy long brown hair
Casting a bluish light from no source
Concealing the shadows

Sound is muffled but echoed
The mossy floor cool to the touch
Her bare feet
Making her vulnerable in this mysterious wilderness

The trees are indifferent
Forming an uneven loop
A valley in this no-where place
Where she stands curious

A yellow dot shines
Could it be a floating firefly
A hunting wolf's eyes
or simply her imagination?

A purple moon hangs in the black sky
A crescent orb amidst a blanket of rainbow stars
Is she alone in this world?
Is it a world?

She feels neither peace nor anxiety
Not knowing who or where she is
The only thing she sees
Is the place where she stands

It is a place that is no place
The stuff of dreams
A beautiful nightmare
The insubstantial escape

Nothing is touched
Nothing is moved
It remains the looming
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