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Envisioning a forest, I try to sleep |
| On These Quiet Evenings I Dreamt I Followed The Path In A Vast Forest, Suspecting That The Real Forest Is Never Like These Dreams And Is More Defined By The Trees Than The Paths Through Them, A Space To Be Lost In, Rather Than Found. But The Stars Surrounded Me Like Sentinels Watching, Or So I Fancied, Telling Myself The Romantic View Of The World Would Help Me Through The Depression Of My Dream. I Stopped And Took A Drink Of Water From The Stream, And Told Myself It Was The Fountain Of Youth, The Draft Of Happiness Blowing In The Breeze, Rippling A Rejuvenating Current, Giving Me The Will To Get Up And Keep Living. But I Was Trying To Sleep, Not To Wake. Determined To Have Energy To Work, To Love Myself Again, (And Then Love Others) Totally Bewitched I Trance-Walked Into The Unreal Woods Of My Dream, Content To Curl Up On A Bed Of Leaves And Lie Still Lie Down, Lay My Head to Rest, Sleep 20 lines |