A/N: Don't really know what this is… don't even know if it's a poem.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Twilight, dammit! (However, I do own a very hyperactive imagination which gets me into trouble regularly.)
now darkness falls:
the sky is deep blue, blue as longing
and yearning comes upon me;
i start to wander
hesitantly, then closer, closer
towards the forest –
feet, why did you bring me here? –
wind moving in the trees
sounds like song of the sea.
i kick off my shoes
and walk barefoot,
my feet jewelled by raindrops,
into the strange familiar shelter of the trees.
green around me:
somewhere instinctive inside me,
green means life.
trees' branches are graceful,
reaching pleadingly towards the sky.
wind in my hair,
rain on my skin, sinking into it,
coming alive beneath it, making me alive.
i reach down to the ferns
and plunge my arms into their cool softness –
hair-fine and gently, so gentle.
i stand up
and breathe in, breathe out,
and i am me
the forest is me
i am the forest
my breath is rain-scented air
my hair is a billion wind-ruffled leaves
my heartbeat is the pulse of the trees
my feet are rooted to the damp ground.
that is when i see her.
she is tall, lean
with skin the colour of yew bark in winter
and hair like crow's feathers,
and something about her says broken.
she pulls off her clothes
but it seems natural, part of this
strange, familiar forest:
i envy her to have nothing keeping her skin
from the rain, the rain.
she begins to shake,
and i want to place a hand on her shoulder and still her trembles.
then what should be impossible happens
and i wonder
why am i not shocked?
why do i feel so calm about this?
why does her wolf-self fit so well
into this forest known-yet-unknown?
the werewolf girl runs away
and i let out a sigh – of what?
relief, sorrow, i do not know.
then back out of the forest
and on with the shoes
and leave the lovely cool wet longing-blue evening
and pray it stays in my memory
Reviewers will be elevated to godhood in my mind…