The Lights At The End Of The Forrest Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Lights At The End Of The Forest

As the last rays of the sun engulfedwhat to see and what's believing,

We used our natures hammocks,
Sway to the gentle darkness,
Liked figs and trees and the night creatures,

Warmth if ever the night's drafts caught us in this deep traps of gentle embrace,

There's nothing left to life but this gentle surrenders,
Melting the night's ice into a fire,

There's nothing wrong ofthis gentle sobs and revivals, impending upon the ways of the world,
Theselong retinues of faceless travellers,

To bashed in these senses,
When you are light and I am the last man standing,
At edge where reasons starts to doubt and fade,
And I became the keys to the unknown at the end of the forests,