The Wondering of a Forest

The Wondering of a Forest And sweep in summer dreams The fallen leaves of your sighs For even lives no not even words will impart The gathered aspirations of your soul And no one will ever know They will not see where your hand was so tenderly lain Or catch by a portrait the trace of your smile Who wonders for the soft light of your eyes To ponder the thoughts you hold And no one will ever know Was it a soft embrace that sought you In that heart and those arms so bereft to take you In one night of heat lays his shadow When he softly whispered “No”. And who will ever know Yet the line is imagined should it dare to be crossed With bare feet beneath the hem of your skirt Between flowers step such wool-gatherings Such hopeful and wishing fantasies Still he will never know So caught in the while away for the hours As the wings of truth beat between your breath More than a world is held in the touch of your finger More than love can imagine No stranger was he to such reveries In sleepless winds when he called your name But for the expectation of another verdant meadow The forest will never know