Almost

Like walking through a dark forest
possibilities loom around ever unseen corner
that maybe misunderstood darkness will prevail
take over my mind
and nothing else will matter.
Just like that.
Almost.

Callings linger in the hearts of trees and winds and rains
The blessed spirits that calm passing creatures.
Like unspoken whispers and invisible hands
reaching out to capture my soul.
Almost.

Levels of balance structured in pieces
and tears of the sky fall to nourish
broken dreams
and broken hearts.
Like a sixth sense being drawn in.
Almost.