Clearing

For a long time,
The leaf was with the book.

Yearning to be in,
Just in...
It spoke of many tales
Of the jungle!
With its wings tied
It hung there, unfrequented...
For its own words searched for the dew
That came from the brooks
Slowly, it became illegible

It loosened and fell off

From the tree, full of stories
Told, understood before they're heard
Just by their names!

Light as a feather,
It will soon fly beyond the shade.

In the failing, in the losing
Blurred vision popped up!
A clearing at last