Saturday, April 09, 2011

Forest Dreams

Dappled sunlight of the fragrant forest

measures the highs and lows

Filled in dust coloured leaves.

Sentinel tree trunks lost in lofty dreamy winds.

You begin to get undone

You let things be

You will the shadow of a tiger in every bush

A bird call takes your mind away

to pubertal breezes of love.

You would sleep that afternoon of squirrels,

curled in the after-love of trees,

to whispered ancient stories

floating hillock to swaying hillock.

But then the unseen ocean

Sweeps you to your counting table

To balance your books

of duties

And desires.

Do you dare?

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