trees, grass, birds,
clouds adrift in a clear winter’s sky,
her scent on the frozen air
i am waiting to watch for the smoke and the spark
and the fire that burns bright in her hearth
hoping it won’t burn low in the dark
there is fear in this strong attraction
that the forest may ignite
if she let me in i would stay here sometimes
I’d curl closer
I’d lay on her cold little feet
but she doesn’t know what i want
neither do i
it’s a very strong instinct that keeps me here
without her I feel less complete
The Dreaming Path 