stand in the forest
of sacred days past
look into my sky
her depth in the night
shattered by leaflets
that scatter her beauty
dimmed slightly more
by the glow of his mask

run through the trees
veer off the trail
halt at the shore
of the last hidden pond
on my winter-fed creek
that runs as a road
to the loving embrace
of his welcoming arms

peer up at the black
now free of the trees
my creek makes a track
to a moon brighter still
than my tears in pure sunlight
its the love in his face
that transcends the stars
or the sun were it day

run to him fly to him
sprint through the wood
soar to his grace
if only i could
and when you reach him
kiss him for me
tell him i love him
and to come back to me