These Mysterious Woods

Have you
ever been
somewhere
special?

a place that only you know?

I think
we all have
someplace
in mind
when these questions
are
asked

I'd like to share
a place with you
that exists
in your heart
and walks
through
your
mind

stories and names
that echo from woodland trees
as the ground releases mist
under the breeze
of the
morning sun

you see that path over there?

to the right
of the moss log
you sit upon

yes - that's the one
winding path
through
wild bramble patch

let's take a walk shall we?

you can hold my hand

sounds
peter out
around us
needles of old pine
crackle underfoot

deeper in we go

stepping over
old roots
above ground

shrubbery and berries
married to dew
sparkle when faint
sunlight
breaks
through
high
canopies

do you see that?
over there

shhh - now
we must be quiet

*pop*

hehe - kiss from bubble
against your cheek!

trails
of dancing
bubbles
drift
from around
the bark
of
old
trees

can I hear the sound
of wood creaking?

my smile says
all you need
to know

look - a whisper - over there

just

there

a horse slowing to a stop

grazing

legs and body
made
from the leaves
of trees

with
pink bubbles
for eyes

let's go a little
further

shall we?

try not to
disturb
him

do you want to see

a

mystery?

on we go then
quiet as you can

to a glade deep
within woodland

where divinities live



you gasp

I know

- I know -

I see
the same
thing
as you
my friend

feel
your hand
growing
tighter

within mine

the
unicorn
under the arch
of hand carved
horses

from the mouths
of which

bubbles and butterflies

flow into air

eyes bright as suns
without clouds

such beauty
I know

that you have not
seen before

unicorn
of light
loved by
all the colours
of the
rainbow

so bright

touched
by the hands
of
angels

the
keepers
of
these
mysterious
woods