I search your woods, I walk them long
Through every twilight mood and beat;
Sometimes, the mirage peals a storm
Or gushes rain as ferns entreat.
While droning fireflies bright as stars
Pound on my chest like stones' mild tap
A whispered breeze speaks our memoirs
On hanging vines as buds unwrap.
From nowhere, smoke darkens the view
As foul ravens begin their prowl;
Your shadow looms high, to pursue
dark wings, but frailty takes control
Last night I dreamt the same vignette
Where those bleak eyes wailed down on me
An omen sighing, that love’s at threat;
Till your woods roused my fantasy.
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