The Enchanted Forest

Parting thick fog with
golden fingertips
she peers into
the enchanted forest.

Eerily quiet, it makes
silver tears run freely
from her blind eyes.

She feels along its path
straining to hear every
shade of color, until,
like a symphony, it proclaims
an existence.

Tree trunks, purple like
storm clouds, bend themselves
over her path, their leaves
a gentle pink provide shade
for her parched body. Soon
her path will end and sleep
come to call, her last joy
to be remembered for eternity.