Elkhorn Woods

The trees rise up and appear as surprising as
mermaids as they emerge from sea to meet the ship boat
captain's gaze. We link arms as we embark on our midnight
journey through leafy giants that corner us under a
cloak of vivid constellations. We seek comfort from
the moon as the trees whisper sweet nothings, keeping secrets,
that leaves the hair on our necks stand at attention as you
grip me tighter and throw your head back almost in
laughter but catch yourself staring at the darkness of the sky
scattered with bright collisions that light our faces as we wander
and find our own way along the guided path set before us.
The breeze through the rattling leaves provides background music
for the gothic setting of a black and white forest as we find a
clearing up ahead with benches made pefectly for two
as we sit and watch the highway lights drown in darkness
in the distance.

Wide Open Spaces

surround me as I run
wishing to fly,
like the angels about me,
searching for the feeling that
only the wind can give me,
I get down on my knees and pray,
for only what the wind can give me.