Yesterday I reached the forest,
And was welcomed by the trees;
Leafs caressed my face –
In union with the breeze.
The recent storm…Yes
It had took its toll;
The old had been knocked down,
While some just leaned precariously,
Against those, that stood their ground.
I frightened two young ravens,
That screeched high overhead;
Before realising I was not a ghost,
But returning from the dead –
Surviving from the long last search –
Löst dreams on distance shores,
In fact, this journey had made me stronger –
Then all those, I faced in war.
© (Löst Viking) (May) 2015) John Anthony Fingleton