She wrote me
and my memory
cannot write her off.

today i want the darkness
fatigued with life’s
fictitious smiles

the forest
beckons me
to melt within it

disappearing
like mist
in the wind

i could dance on lightning
fall off a cloud
and become rain

i’d mold down your face
as i fall on it
and be one with you

©2016janetaylor

Ancient fruitless tree
Time droops on leftover boughs
Such weight in the winds

Dancing in the wind
Clapping her hands for the birds
She stands tall, green, strong