a singing voice in the faraway woods
last night i saw dreams in those woods;
stars hanging on sleeping trees
streaks of lights in the darkened leaves;
a sailing moon on the black blanket of night
a melody of flutes struck in those woods;
no hopes of spring, no want for sun
an infectious peace pervasive in woods;
distant calls from the depths of the woods
faraway from cities, still so many crowds deep in these woods;
wonder why the path of light
banked so deep into the dark;
a singing voice in the faraway woods
last night i fell asleep in the woods
