Here I

Cry, I

Smile,

My spot awhile.

No one knows

But bucks and does

What or where,

I do there.

On a path of gravel

Through woods I travel

Walking on demented dreams,

Lamenting the closed unseen.

Beautiful ways and things I told her

Now blocked by rock and boulders

Keep secret the swamp’s cretin swallow,

Hiding memories eaten hollow.

Forest fawns shy by who mirror silliness

Far too silent to hear her prettiness

On paths pushed broken dark and done,

Then trees open to grassy meadows alight with sun!

As I along fragrant towers

Go by gold and red flowers

The bees hum,

A Love lost of.

I pause for purples looming

But often brush by blues blooming

Unscented wishes,

Forgotten kisses.

Snakes turn to fairies

As they escape the prairies

Of my poisoned mind,

There a cure to find.

My thoughts unsaid

Trail out my head

For me to heal and face,

All at this hidden place.