and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”
:: Lost in the Forest ::
BREATHLESS, I sit here in utter shock. I don’t see how you could be so
HEARTLESS. It’s obvious this is going to be anything but a
TEARLESS night. I lay in bed, every song I hear
RELATES to what I feel. Nothing I ever do
ALTERS these feelings of sadness. I say
LATER I will forget you, though this
TALE I know to be false. I did it. I
ATE those pills. Soon I will be
AT that place I desire so,
A separation from you.