Short breaths draw in the musk of the earth,
I run through the woods.
The sun enjoys a merry game of hide and seek 
as it shoots its rays through the strong tree trunks.
The light strikes like a little child, 
desperately seeking to hit an aim,
then it misses.
It lands on a drop of water,
and burst into a million little rays.
Joy!


It rained last night.
The linen still drenched and heavy,
from the downpour clings onto my body.
I run through the woods.
My eyes ache as they search, 
through the endlessness of trees. 
I seek a clearing in the woods.


My clothes wear me down.
They slow me down.
I jerk of the thought,
and distance myself from them.
futile rages spur within,
I shudder.
The rage passes on.


The white silk tassel is the first,
it brings an outburst.
The interwoven threads follow.
It wraps itself around the branch of a fallen tree.
It pulls me down.
Thud!
I fall in the woods.
Yes I make a sound,
I begin to cry.
Palms spread on the soggy mud,
eyes misty with water,
the sun scatters in the tears, 
almost blinding.


The hope of a clearing
 in the woods, is lost.
I look around,
the trees hum a familiar tune,
the leaves rustle a sweet lullaby.
I go to sleep.