we etched sonnets on the trees and drank midnight in the river every time we held hands
this forest in me
where we carved our initials and etched
sonnets on the trees
where we drank of midnight from the river
gorged of our dreams
….how quiet you’ve become
i trace our letters, i whisper a melody
to the howling wind
i walk our once before path to find
the blush of my cheeks in the river
staring back at me
i call to gray clouds to purge themselves
of our dreams
i wait in the eternity, the kind that lingers
before the rain
and slip between the seasons, in the
hollow of our tree
from navel to breath, the rush of your green
swells within our frozen embrace
and you my love, drape canopies beneath a lavender sun
and return the forest in me.
