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Forest
Music, verse
The constant sound of a bird
Trilling soprano beyond my ear
A forest dark, deceitful
Where even the trees despise their own company.
Haunted by a ghost, of a husk, of a lie.
A tempest's wind whispers,
Her voice drowning out song.
I'll wish to stay forever,
My fire banked, and the windows barred.
But nothing gold, green,... or blue will stay.
And the sheets are frozen over
The marriage bed cold, lonely.
Your heart will break,
Separate pieces beating
Waiting for an iron to sear them back together.
I'll wait in never never land,
for you to be grown just a little bit taller.
An oak, proud regal
Is still as vulnerable
As I am on my weakest day.
6-23-02
11:00 PM
