let me be
small and spritelike
the wide, full forest
filtering through my mind
I touch you and bring to bloom
all the dreams we swore
to forget
isn't it time
aren't we out of time

finger to the pool
wrist and ripple
risk to topple
your king has my queen
how it all ends can't be seen

flit to the canopy
to feel the storm
rain unsheltered
by the love of these leaves
what have we hidden
far below
under the moss
hidden in the wet green roots