Sylvan Elves Track

Sylvan Elves Track

A Poem by Foxemerald
" (I used to listen to this over and over in the NYU library when I didn’t want to study)


A moment of peace 

In the library, late at night, students are awake and 

Hunched . . . over their books in pain. I sit at my desk and wait

Listening to the gentle beat, of a song carefully wrapped in the history of 

Time and place. The whispering beckons of a primal need, reach out to me. 

They take me out of the chains in which I plead, to be set free upon the wind of 

Fate, and light my heart in the amber glow, a fire in the 

Midst of Life in transit. Letting my spirit go, the hidden tease, love with its untrammeled perils wrote

Keeping me just barely in the reigns, the sadness of my lonely soul no one

Ever saw when scratching out the words that flowed, upon the page in BIG, red capitals. 

The students so involved, their heads like wilting flowers from a pot 

Of narcissistic stems which grow, over their books, into something in the end which dies out

Like the attitude of Life itself, make a mockery of me from where I sit, never thinking they could be 

Just as bad as I. Never dreaming they too could,

Be set free from the bondage,  

No longer clowns in a world that does not pay to see

Their sad performance and just be paid to be,

A one man team. 

Emerald ~

© 2021 Foxemerald

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Added on July 5, 2021
Last Updated on July 5, 2021
Tags: study; enchanted music; spiritua




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