Many Trails...

Moccassin morning...
making no sound
as i follow the leaves
disturbed on the ground
amid the mist as it glides down
to this wooded patch of wonder
i have just found...

Again, i must stop a while,
there is just a hint of a smile,
here sits the Forever Child,
letting time disappear...

And if you were to come near
would you see the years slipping away,
would you hear what the voices say
as they jostle for position
in their place in line?
Would you hook me up to a machine
to analyze what i have seen?
Wires and fires in my brain
to see why i don't dream?

And it happens like this all the time
a subtle image, a second of my life
turned to what i cannot tell
until i return to read it after
And i shake and i tremble
for i honestly can't remember
the words that you disemble
that are so much a part of me...
             05-16-10