All plants in the water and leaves in the stream
By morning have faded behind veil of a dream
On a rock there I sit as I think of the light
On a rock there I sit and I wait until night.
I can read in the stars what I read in your mind
I can see far ahead and I see what’s behind
All branches protruding, grasping forward reach
A breeze entices gentle as a siren’s speech.
These leaves would rustle in silent mist
Or fog enshrouding as we would reminisce
A reminder hollow of memory near
As angels sing we give them ear.
A forest so still in dead of night
All birds would sing in quiet light
Ne’er to break the canopy high
A breeze as soft as your love sigh.
An embrace so real as the dream would fade
Lucidity breathing past the forest charade
And we entwine like branches and plants
Laid on the grass all rapt in a trance.
As the moss slowly grows in the direct sun
And the birds will sing and the bees will hum
Within all the forest as it’s sensing you free
I can forever pray that you belong to me.
© Kris Blackburn 22/02/13