I walked alone in a forest of whispers,
Under stars would I find what I sought.
I remembered his eyes burnt dead cinders,
When

Sunlight filters through spiny limbs,

Silhouettes dancing, to their own silent tune,

Spiders shimmy, avoiding the death

And Then...

Alone among trees,
trying to blend in,
listening to silence
that really isn't there.
Birds chirping,
branches rustling,
snow

Tall rough barked trees
Rooted in the morning mist
The forest awakens
To my intrusion

I stand, attended by silence
Cloaked in

"The Pynes"

I dream
Of pines
Shadowy outlines
Crooked limbs
A scent I would know anywhere
Caressed in moonlight
Voices of winds
Pyne
I