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Take me to our forest
Where the cedar fills the world with Earth beyond our bodies
Where birch trees stand like soldiers
Protect our games of hide and seek
From souls who have forgotten how to play
And the mist conceals our pasts
Separate trails that brought us here at last
The dew will collect on our shoes
Revealing our progress on stones
Slowly they evaporate in our wake
The way breath betrays silence
We are alive
And your hands are rough from time,
But warm and where my body seeks refuge
Enchanted eyes will have no mind for nostalgia
Our fairytales will have no endings
Nor will they begin to match
The reality of nature in our veins
Like leaves shimmering on a coursing river
Sunlight catches your creases
Insistent from years of wonder
Left a map for my eyes to trace around your face
Beds of moss and years of fallen seasons
We sink into the dirt with no reason to stay clean
Unafraid to lose our modern gleam
My jewels slip off and your instruments are basic
In the best way
Braids come undone as branches comb through this mass alongside your fingers of silk
Skillfully we scratch our facades in the tiniest ways
Revealing smiles and uncertainties as materials test our faith
Our faith in bondage to set us free
Our love of freedom to keep us close
Our need of closeness to stay a part
A part of the magic
The magic of the forest where finally we can sleep
The sleep that fails to interfere with dreams
The dreams that cannot lie
The truth that keeps on dancing
Through the darkest of nights