...on my way to see you,
sometimes i went through forests of pine,
or mayhaps yew trees.

my silent guides spoke to many in passing,
and others always bowed their heads as we passed
yet none were eyeing me, nor i them.

i felt a silky grace beyond expression;
they glanced at me timidly
but with parted lips in belief.

i entered their mouth and the fog rose,
and revealed magnificent views
of the snowy mountains,
and green tree-line.
i stopped, began living.

09/06/2006