Be patient pleaseas these words stumbleoff my tongue or as they tip-toenervously to the precipice of my lipsnervously to the precipice of my lipsbefore leaping into your lagoon of thought.Listen, these words have traveledlong years through the swollen riversand frenzied trees of a jungle mindbattered by storm. They are wearyas well as wary. As iron …
Woodland
Let me be amongst your trees for when you write upon the sky like poems my thoughts come to life in the stillness of your wood and I must travel again and again through this forest and listen as your myriad leaves sway in leisured dance and you sing me songs of olden days and …