A forest center of the dais my bare feet I sing A forest encircling, closing the world from minutes we spent I'm alone here with the well of painful lost causes lent to memories missing memories drifting out as the trees close in
dreamless, I'll be here sleepless, restless, near yearning for clues in the mist time brought, yearning for you
Nature Memory Loss
Part of a series involving themes of nature, memory, and loss.