I wrote this many years ago, inspired (I believe) by the wilderness found in the place I grew up & still miss...
by Ghost Helwig
Quietly I roam
Among the darkest branches
Softly I descend
Amid the darkened blooms
Lightly I blend
Into the night-wet sky
Wildly I wander
Past the hopeless brush
Swiftly I decline
Beyond my head I ponder
Gently I repent
Walk past my life I saw her
Hardly I hate
Between the tight-wrung walls
Lovely I lie
On top of dew-drenched grasses
Sweetly I hope
For another chance
Nicely I wait
By the dark gate
Helplessly I sigh
And here my days go by
Odes To Whatever
Haunted House