I sit here in this forest glade, in quiet solitude
These shadows all around me, reflect my somber mood
The brook that babbles on its way, a few paces down the path
Is singing me a sweet refrain. I feel it wash away my wrath.
I've brought my faithful friend along, She; of the silver strings
In her music, I can dream, and think of peaceful things
I think that I will sleep tonight, my world lit by yonder star
As I fall asleep, I hear a train; its whistle echoes from afar
I've a tiny fire going, for all day I gathered wood
Though I return tomorrow, I'd wish to stay here if I could
I awake just briefly, and put on a few small logs
And fall asleep accompanied by some softly croaking frogs.
I brought some poems with me, and I'll read some when I wake
I wish I'd brought the poets, too, but they were all that I could take.
I miss the friends and all their works; I miss Lady, JD, too
I miss Om, and Drea, and Pickles, and all the poets; old and new
But I'll share this spot with Lady, if you should ever feel the need
For this lovely, green and, vibrant place, has calmed my soul, indeed.
And, there were times, within your poems, where I sensed you were in pain
The next time that I am hurting, I'll come back here again
So here are the directions, and when memories start to stalk
You can't get lost, not with this map;..If your heart needs the walk
You'll find the place refreshing, even if just for a night
But hurry back tomorrow, and tell me if I'm right.
