Hidden Country

Deep in hidden country
In the still of evening shade
Storing all inside the mind
Before the village starts to fade

Can you still take in the air
Can you still climb every tree
Or just lay bare your witness
To the tune of falling leaves

Waiting anxiously in silence
By a creek now running dry
Just praying for the rain
In a dark uncloudy sky

Gazing down the roads
That travel on for days
Empty in the night
Disappearing in the haze

Waiting patient for the secret
The meaning of it all
For the neighbor's lonely song
And the big inside the small

Deep in hidden country
Alone now shook in thought
Searching blindly for a muse
In a land that time has fraught

Reviews

[SYNN]

Your verses come so smoothly. Nothing seems forced or deceitful.
I just despise candy coated poetry.
The sweetness so fake it makes me puke.
Great write!
( I love "the big inside the small". That was my favorite stanza)

[Brandon Houser]

It means a lot that said not forced, because I went for a drive last night and went driving through a blink and you miss it town maybe 15 minutes from my house. And it made me want to write, but I was worried about it being forced. So your words mean a great deal. Thank you as always for reading.