Chaotic wilderness

Soft silky breezes would walk

in your midst 

as you enter my chaotic wild heart.

Your footsteps would 

stir the sleeping jasmines.

Your scent would wake

the passion of the moon flowers. 

The mist would creep

in, behind your feet,

and the frost-laden winds would follow.

The pines would rattle

to your haunting calls.

The emerald pools of water

would gurgle in the hollow.

With the weight of 

your memories,

the night air

shall breathe a rich perfume.

You've found the gates open 

into this chaotic wilderness. 

But darling, you'll never find 

a way back home.

Author's Note

I know I have been away for quite some time. I am sorry if I haven't reviewed back. I hope to put everything straight now.

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

My favorite moon daughter! You blow my little mind with your whimsical, incredibly beautiful images. Can I just slip into your mind and stay there? Would you mind too much if I camped out in this forest you so beautifully constructed? I'm in heaven! Thank you for this one. I could just close my eyes and let your words transport me to this peaceful place. Thank you, my friend for sharing this little piece of art with us. It is my new favorite!

[Moonie]

Ah ha!! I wouldn't mind even if you decided to bring the entire team of boy scouts along with you to camp in here...plenty of room in my airy head...:)))

[Robert]

Moon's Fairest daughter...I enjoyed reading this piece and I especially enjoyed the last lines,

"You've found the gates open
to this chaotic wilderness.
But darling, you'll never find
a way back home.

A heart telling poem here.

[Moonie]

Wow! Really lovely to hear that you enjoyed it. Thanks, sir! :)))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really sad piece...the loss of a loved one to that chaotic wilderness from which he or she is apt never to return...is second line "in your midst"? i read it as so...

"the weight of memories" i have lost several people so close to me and it still feels so heavy...and their voices in my head are those "haunting calls."

[Moonie]

The mistake has been corrected, Sir. Thank you for pointing it out. I must have over looked it in my haste.
Perhaps, they donot return from that wilderness, but their haunting calls continue to echo in our wild hearts. Beautifully said, sir!! :)))

[Woody]

I am usually an orderly person who hates chaos but this time I'll gladly make allowances for this beautiful chaos of yours.
love the ending. I'm quite willing to be lured inside your magic web.

[Moonie]

Sorry for replying so late, not been on for a long time...
I am a person who likes living in chaos..as beautiful as order is, chaos is not far behind.
Thank you, Woody, for such heart warming words. Will be getting around to reading your work as soon as possible. :))))))

[~]

Ohh a dreamworld of sensory details. I love the feel of this. Chaos at its best in the forest of magical wishes. Only if could but pause there for a while, and play to our hearts content.
a darling write!! :D

[Moonie]

Oh wow, now that's some compliment!! :)) thank you, my lunar mama!!!:)))))

[Einstein Noodle]

don't want to go home ;) how enchanting .. alluring .. heavy laden with natures smell, moist touch, wistful breezes and clouded fog .. walked down your poem path several times .. just as good each time .. enjoyed reading!
E.

[Moonie]

Einstein, I always enjoy your reviews....thank you!! I am glad you like it!! :))

[An owl on the moon]

Moving and mysterious in the beautiful darkness of you... every scent and movement like an intoxicating dance. How your wilderness is thriving in the chaos within...

[Moonie]

Thank you for the lovely words, C. I'm sorry I couldn't reply earlier. :))