mastery like falling, of sound and sight
in wisps of wind, they float on, in moonlight
down streams of bliss, in autumn night
the chill and brisk, that lightens life.

whimsically drifting, through forests ever deep
as under foot, the twigs give and snap
giving chase to lights, in lands beyond sleep
glowings green, just beyond grasp
an ominous feel abound begins to creep,
as realization confounds, you've lost the path,
laughter and chatter, beyond your heartbeat,
and sweat doesnt mask, that your resolution lacks ,
shadows deeper grow, nipping at your feet,
self surprised at the depth of woods, and also black
the ground is giving more, and sweat isnt sweet
a silver shard of light shines through you, and you fall to your back
overcome by knowing, you sink to your sleep
whimsically drifting, through forests ever deep