Forest Eyes

Almerissa to S. - 11/9/87

I lay on the silky blades of green,
And gaze at the stars.
The trees ring my body and circle my heart.
The sky is singing Midnight,
Yet the Moon is not quite full,
And the circle of the heaven's gives me warmth.
The trees are still, the leaves won't fall,
But they tremble in the breeze,
My every breath caressing the cool air.
Then a hand laid on my shoulder
Brings me back into a day...
When I am staring into your eyes
That bring me far away.

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