clothed by morning dew
i hike thru alien woods
on this…the last spring day
piney scents spread
pure and sensual
the path weaves me up and away
pulling me in
to the outside world
bending to drink
from a clear mountain stream
i see the face of an empty man
the power and glory
he struggled to gain
became worthless in his hands
slipping thru his fingers
like water
a fledgling chirps
from a tall aspen tree
nervously clinging to the nest
fearing to trust
the call of the breeze
and enjoy her beautiful gift
somehow i feel
like i’m falling
night cast no shadows
where the street lights don’t shine
i’m alone, but not afraid
lying silent
i leave my shell behind
and feel no need to pray
force of the forest
carry me home
