I walk through this forest with solemn fascination
Oak and ash and maple deluge all senses
Root and leaf and scurrying things give way before my strides
I perceive this ancient soul and I am home

But I sense another presence
Just beyond the boughs
Beckoning my heed
And I strain to see

I walk through this forest and I gaze into the stars
The boughs break and give way to them
And I cannot look away
They guide my steps and I do not falter

I am mesmerized
I no longer feel home
The flames of desire ignite beneath my feet
And I burst forth

I run through this forest with reckless abandon
Yearning to see more of the celestial lights
They dance above the trees and urge the trees to part
And the trees consent so that I may bathe in heavenly glory

And I feel whole
Home is just within reach
But suddenly they vanish
And my legs waver

I stumble through this forest disoriented and weary
I cry out to them, the stars, my new home
My home I glimpsed but for a moment
Teardrops of desperation cloud my vision

And it begins to rain
The tears turn to sadness
They stream down to my lips
And I taste them; they are somehow quenching

I sit in this forest and drink of my tears
I take them into the void the stars created within my core
The void they refused to fill
But I find that my tears no longer have salt

The trees have departed
The long grass has taken their place
It seems I should move
Though I have not the strength to stand

I crawl through this grassland aimlessly adrift
The rain turns to storm
The storm turns to tempest
And I have no more tears from which to drink