The Forest Blind
Blind children in the dark
Within the whispers of the forest
As foliage falls on a place without sun
Where the white eyes gaze
Down the path there is a clearing
Where the yellowing grass lays down to rest
Beneath the flowers still living
To provide, in their dying, sustenance for the deer
The lake sounds carry in the distance
Holding the jolting caw of migrating geese
Who linger for a moment, watched by forest deer,
As they move along the grain patches toward the edge
Shores of Regret
eternal track to heaven
beneath the shadows—
eyes turned up to the sky
like a prison of light
Â
showers fallen to the sea
as if dreaming of dust
and weeping until it rolls
to the shores of regret
