He Wanders

Lost in the wooded darkness, fantasy
vanishes; blue eyes (once captured in sky
light) are dimmed beneath the canopy to
misted grey. The trail, dropped along the way
into this grand journey, has disappeared.
The bread crumbs have mixed in with the soil;
feed the beasts surrounding him – both real and
imagined. Spider webs tangle across
his path, catch in his beard and grab his soul.
Their weavers crawl slowly up arms and legs.
Daring adventure has turned to danger;
uncertainty clouds his sight – he wanders.

Forest green eyes, damp with teardrop-kissed dew
watch, unable to guide his progress home.

© Siobhan