Sleeping in a Forest
Everyone deserves a dream or two.
Sleeping in a Forest
Light and fire and music
all dance within me
in this perfect, silent forest
as she welcomes me to her breast,
full with fallen seeds and crinkled leaves
for my head; my bed of ashen river stones,
murmured possums, and repose. Long I slept
while overhead the white-hot starfields
bent to their nightly arcs of fire,
and I drifted, liquid and unaware
of the urgent trills of morning.
Christopher Hubbard
2017.
Wood
Tue 17th Apr 2018 03:36
nice take on words.
thank you for sharing your poetry words.
good bye.