Hidden in a hunter's forest,
There is wisdom that throbs and is eternal,
Feelings that are deeper, and they are knowing,
And the deer know to much,
That is why they have a deep pain haunting them,
Day after day,
Bitter, and agonizing the soul,
Their heart is breaking.
Yes, they do know to much,
To some it's to much to handle,
Not soon enough they'll fall like the one they loved.
It's all kept hidden in a hunter's forest,
Hidden behind the shadows,
'Cause he has never put himself in their place,
With emotion and feeling as if he were one of them.
Instead there is a terrifying war that has been going on,
Their lives suddenly ending at the choice and hand of another,
Ending by painful stabbing arrows in the heart,
And hearts slowly breaking on their own in grievance.
Hidden in a hunter's forest,
The war has continued,
Yet the emptiness is in both spaces,
The hunter hasn't opened himself or his eyes,
To that knowledge held in a heart of a deer.
(c)2004 Molly Nicole
The Dove
A dove sat on his perch,
All his beauty was drawn into his eyes,
In them I saw a symbol of peace,
And a symbol of strife,
His life can be difficult and harsh sometimes,
But he still knows of that unwavering beauty surrounding his world,
I saw a collage of images when I looked into his soul,
I saw the detailed architecture of cathedrals,
The crevices in-between,
And their shades and shadows,
And then the light.
I saw his gentleness,
Which was willingness to go against wrong,
A heart that only thrives to pass the symbol of his soul to another,
That maybe it could touch someone,
Even to where they would shed a tear,
A symbol profound,
In a dove's soul,
I saw the most beautiful work of art.
(c)2004 Molly Nicole