In the Woods


In the woods,
I feel your presence,
in the silence,
of my mind.
The wind blows me kisses,
the trees rustle in its wake,
and I ache, to sway along with life again.
The warmth of the sun,
brings me alive, just enough
to know I’ve gone blind.
This Earth bears life,
and maybe now it is the only witness to mine.
So, I carve into all the trees,
how you were loved by me.