Forest of Dreams

I hear the echoes of yesterday's callings 
like a soft longing from a long ago ghost 
The emerald forest of my youth re-appears
at the sight of a midnight cadence;
Mystical night dreams reiterate  
like an incantation from long ago, 
Forgotten Sepulchers... 
Tunnels of earth wind and fire burn my desire 
once again, as I perch onto the matrix of solid bark 
the silence is almost deafening'   
I hear the fairies call with their gentry of good will, 
"we guiders of soul have come to take you home" 
and as I walk through their fragrant gate, 
 
I know from my heart of hearts, that I belong here  
              In their forest of dreams .

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