Ghost forest
Thursday, January 12, 2012

follow me into the forest,
where you would find magic plenty
lace like fog, jewel like dew,
star like leaves with gold seeds
follow me into the forest.
do not be afraid, for fear feeds
this ghost forest.
timeless wilting , wilting,
these bushes now be, for the forest is hungry.
follow me into the forest, and see
everything sketched black with soot
rivers with widening ripples along the blinds of my eyes
shutting them away from the rays of light.
we will float on its waters like promises we ought to keep,
only drowning before the sailboat is complete.
at night we will see the sky cry
millions of stars as it dies
as they cast their graves beneath the trees
forming shadows behind our feet.
follow me into the forest
this ghost forest,
where you would find magic plenty.
would, would, simply would ,
but without fear, the forest will be hungry.
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