I walk into the woods
Taking the one less worn
Headed east
On a westbound path

Foliage thinner at times
Mountains peak through
I long for those mountains
Heading east on this westbound trail

Keep the sun at my back
As I gaze at the darkening sky
The moon shall rise
In the east on this westbound line

I want to stop
Turn around
But my heart lays at the end
East on this westbound route

.
What blur is vision,
When woman, kind,
Naked as the moon,
Shines in such cool
Light as the stars lit,
In ink of night, scribe
Such spell as ancient
Vocabularies mystify,
Without translations,
The heart is drowned
Feeble as emotions,
Rosetta of thorny cut,
Blood spilt in desires
Hard as sarsen alone,
About circle rounding,
A universe unbounded,
For love is kind poison
In nightshade of moon.