In the woods there are faces
Faces from the past
Faces from the future
Her face through trees, shining, hiding
The sun, the shadows.
The woods were a scary place.
We went there on special days,
When we wanted to feel the past,
To be with whatever it was that lived there.
I feel it some mornings even now, it calls me.
One I was lost in the woods.
We had gone there together, T and me, and another,
perhaps Trey Fecto,
and being small and prone to sliding, I did.
The others were very far away.
The fear was awesome, but there was something else
there among the trees, the cold dampness on my face
the sun peeping through.
The woods themselves held me for a moment
as if to say, look to the sun, look to the shadows
It is all there.
Now I am back in the woods,
She is here as well,
Both of us lost, wandering, apart and together, frightened.
But the woods is there for us, saying; Welcome home.
Look to the sun. Look to the shadows.
It is all there for you. If you can see.
Shall I chase her through the woods?
There is great danger in doing so.
The memory of the time I fell, and also the elusive Puck,
waiting with his tricks.
Can Oberon and Titania love as the forest they have made?
Can they join the young ones in their night of passion?
or are the confined to watch and pluck the humans out for
their casual amusement?
Does old love grow in these woods?