I glistened in your eyes from a branch.
There was a green glint, a reflection.
I was warned by the woods to return.
But I already held you within my sighs.
You may never come to understand
The secrets of this place you enter.
I gather your moments in falling leaves.
Already the seasons are passing us by.
And our long years are but a single day.
These are predatory spells in your time.
But here, the way of love is for the lost.
You are drowning in new knowledge.
Your sorrow plunges like a waterfall.
Your mouth opens into a water lily.
You are mist adrift in a strange light.
Your pale throat is a ripple exposed.
How I will long to meet you half-way.
When the moon sets your edges adrift.
I am thinking inside the soul of wood.
I am branching into the deeper waters.
You are stirring in the warm night wind.
I am casting the spell of no return.
You are offering your life up to forests.
You enter my pools through an illusion.
I grow into your emerald green island.
I am reaching out to your bird-song.
You are sinking into a deepening water.
I see you reflected in my shadowy depths.
I have come to the edge of your dream.
You have become my river of sorrows.
I struggle to bring you to these surfaces.
I see your gaze beyond our mirrors.
I weep into your hands from the banks.
You are pulled onto the shores of love.
