Midnight‚
My forest of dreams...
Movement all around
But only in sound,
For nothing is seen...

Ahead‚
Whispers of footsteps...
Something new has come
To my eternal forest,
Someone else...

Starlight‚
In borealis curtains...
Through the black boles
Of silver-leaved trees,
Reveals a glimpse to me...

Beauty‚
In moonlight framed...
She turns at my approach
And without a word spoken,
I welcome her to my heart.

© 1992, Aaron Brown