"SECRETS OF THE FOREST"

I need an outlet
For the tension
Anxiety won't let me sleep
Something inside woke me
Every point in the dream
Where I thought you would
Take me to a certain place
With the next phase
So much zeal and flux
made me pursue feat
I didn't discern the need
Until my spirit snatched me
Your love is the pandemonium
Your voice is the calm
Your touch is the purge
Your crux is the eternal
You can't escape yourself
Every incline of your being is grand
The contour of worlds without end
Exposition that calls to be heard
Like nectar and cream
This is the prime
Nothing will modify
Perpetually at dimness
Soulful empiricism
Shambling of feet
The drawn terrace
The worn gravel
Gold dripping away
Of the sequestered aubade
Before me, the blue black cedar
Rising jaggedly
Above the unlidding providence
Two eyes unfathomable, searing
That which draws me forth
Like biri and kerosene
I light a match
And savor the scene