Goethe's Path

Down this winding, ancient path; a loss of space and time This giant Sequoia forest with massive ferns displayed It seems a prehistoric place of age long left behind So peaceful yet so haunting, realizing not a sound is made No scattering squirrels or chirping birds, I know I'm all alone In this wondrous forest, time seems to have long ago forsaken Just a fleeting thought of danger then curiosity pressing me on Then pulsing neath my feet; the groung so faintly shaking The silence now so deafening; this makes no sense at all A welcomed thunder then I glimpse him coming through the trees The quake felt and the rumble heard; my predators huge footfalls Land of the lost this surely is, for T Rex stares at me I turn to run but now is gone the winding ancient path My fingers trace the invisible wall as I stand frozen in my fear Just right there, but out of reach; my bedroom and my bath A portal closed; perhaps a dream.. His breath felt on my ear