If sleep were to come here
I would turn my back on the sun of tomorrow
As on it’s side it lies
And closes it’s eyes
To light shadow faces
Tracing sunken trunks and moss covered fissures
In this forest of the night.
Where the depths of the canopy drown decades of decayed wood
and we walk in the darkness, towards the light.
This forest of the night we must pass through
This surround of light, drenching us with darkness
Sleep green in the forest
We’ll wake with the same sun
and take leave this evening
Wherever we’ve dreamed