The Quest by Donna Chiofolo Via Flickr: Spirit Leaves of the Emerald Forest, have you seen which way the Centaur has gone? He roams these ancient woods from dusk till dawn. In his hands are an arrow and a bow. Do you know which way he did go? I clutch in my hands Jupiter and behold the brightness of his sun. A purple amethyst adorns the fullness of my chest and I wear it as my hope and my crest. A pink carnation I wear upon my delicate wrist. It's a gentle reminder that the trail he forges his own while Saturn crowns his head with a twist. Oh Spirits, if only you knew, which way his hooves trod in the morning dew. I have looked for him in the darkest parts of these wild woods and crooked trees. I have pulled back thickets, tangled vines, and blooded my knees. The eternal forest does not intimidate or waver my conviction. Bedlam and obstacles are but a mere trifle and currently an inconvenient restriction. Spirit Leaves, please help me decipher his mossy trail. For what is written in the stars, may prevail. This is my second experiment in creating a double image. I wanted to share a woodland adventure and it is a homage to my favorite Sagittarius. Happy Sunday Flickr Friends! Thank you for your kind favs and lovely comments.