forest

No longer do I long

to fall in love.

I have entered love's forest

and I feel her

spring generously beneath my feet

offering return to my every step.

what supremely divorced perspective

that part of me has

to titter that I am alone here;

the forest is teeming with lives

would I deny every one of them?

I walk the steady path

of love's forest

I wander, knowing my love is

here somewhere

close by

but I am unhurried

patient.

How could I rush the delight

of the forest's embrace?

How could I will away my time here

with my own sacred heart?