Woods
Woods
Once
The long stretch of the road,
Ended somewhere in the woods.
With all, I had with me,
I stood there with brood.
With no known likelihood
I waited for the moon.
To shine the river
That I only heard but never understood
With a sigh, I searched for fire
And an unmastered shelter to hire
Waited for the sun to rise
The only way to dry my cries
And now I master the woods,
With sun and moon: my friends from childhood
I know the way out now
But that will be the way which will lead me to plagued routes.