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