You are a forest
and I’m lost in your depths,
surviving on faith.
You turn your verdant face to the sun,
steaming, harboring new life,
cruel and magnificent.
Here, beneath the leaves,
it’s dark as a plum,
all shadows and lines
and I cannot find my way.
Perhaps I could stay
in a quiet spot. I’d be no bother.
There’s a pond where lilies float,
and the roar of a cat from afar.
Show me how to love you,
because after all these years
I’m still wandering your paths,
searching for a clearing
in your...
Published on June 12, 2017 15:22