In the Woods...

Waiting for a word
Never heard
A word that lie in
between the lines
Of a poem that died
Seconds before it materialized
Like a foreign sound from
An unknown town
- it makes the earth go round and
around

A chair in her room was a tower
From where she was watching
She peeled through the window
And spinned
Opened the door, said;
Come inside
Do you see what you like
Do you like what you see
Come walk with me for a while
My child
There's a word I have heard
And it's deeply absurd
- The rhythm among you and the
rhythm within, have traveled 'long
the same road while you've
wondered where you've been.
The seed of an old star
Is the beat of a new
The stones you choose to turn
Holds the karma you earn

And if boredom is joy, you're a
Stranger - a toy in
the hands of the few
Of the ones you once knew

If it's all just a game -
Every day remains the same