He had been staring into the forest
Of her mind.
Crowded with life and
Growing things
Richly green
Draping dreams on emerald leaves
Of bowing trees
Royalty resplendent in
Robes of rose
And morning
He wondered at the endless deep
Green oaks
At the silent laughter
Scattered
On the wind
He lost himself in that swaying expanse
Of beauty
Golden wheat
Woven through trees
Of quiet gray.
No one had told him a spinning forest
Of pulsing life
Could be the size
Of two oval light
Gray eyes.
Empty Spaces 