Into The Forest

Yes my dear Kerrie

The foggy forest of ambiguity

Where we yell our Silent Musings,

Isn’t it all spiritual

Whatever, whomever we’re kissing,

Or missing,

And we hold hands in the dark

Cuddling between knowing

And not knowing

Sensing it doesn’t matter,

Then the sun sifts its sight

Through the leaves

And we pick up red towels

Wrap them around,

Strangers in the day

As Amanda might say

It’s all about Alice

In the land where we

Know things are real,

Until the peel of the clock

When we surrender our souls

To the night

And walk barefoot again

Into the forest.

Stephen Nesbitt ©