Somehow in the dark
when sleep fails
thoughts drift through the night
on autopilot.
And there you are.
Standing in the sunshine
that breaks through the green
smiling, in the forest
at me.
I
-- who in true form,
mud streaked face and mussed hair
look up at you,
with the deadly intoxicating scent of cyanide,
(Amaretto)
floating up from cupped hands
hands in which I offer you
just one of the secrets of the forest
I so love.
And then you’re gone.
Whipped away by the sounds of the city, sleeping—
sirens pealing through the night
A reminder of the spontaneous nature of chaos.
Chaos, through which all things are formed, destroyed, reformed.
Order only returned with energy, work- manifested in countless ways.
Sleep comes as the mind, assured that these laws of nature hold true
releases the last image of you--
smiling, in the forest
at me.
