Deep dark woods, forlorn paths,
plodded in dreams on wings mystical.
Compass won’t work, eyes trail on all paths;
lingering here and there, feeling whimsical,
a déjà vu haunting deep inside.
Has been here for eons, dark green moss
and darkened trunks evoking secrets, deep.
The woods inside and the soul trapped, toss
hard against fragile bust that is fast asleep,
Yes, the pristine woods of eternity, inviting.
The woods to explore; to untie all worn-
ties and to see where the roots lie deep
and to know where the top has overgrown,
to lie coiled in the rich soil of eternal deep-
truths breathing the very smell of cosmic reveries.