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This time of year, my room smells of the forest
The basil and mint that grows there
Crammed into the bark of the trees
Further down there's dirt and other things.
The purple plants that the bees love
Whenever I slept I smelt the forest
Even when I hardly slept
Or maybe thats what sleep smells like
Basil and mint.
Maybe, too that's what it looks like --
Serene like the closely packed trees
Webbed with sweet smelling flowers
Glittering with morning dew
It was nice, to go down there,
Waiting for the sun to set
Cast its pale glow before bathing us
In shining darkness
As we looked up
Our eyes went as far as they could
Then the rest we imagined
If we missed a day, there was always the next
And if we missed a year it didn't matter,
The forest stayed firmly put
Waiting
The basil and mint grew and died and grew again
The sun kept setting
The bees kept coming back
The purple plants kept flowering
The street lamp flicks off at dawn
Turns on, that's twilight.
No one looks up.
Pushing ahead.
The smell of the past is everywhere
Basil and mint lingers on clothes
The smell of too long waiting
Between them, the trees and the sky
Filled the view, but still, we imagined.
Whatever was left was ours for a while
But soon the moon will send the seas
And where we live will flood
Coiling around the forest floor
Paying the sky the compliment of reflection
I went back but didn't stay
Everything I remembered was gone
Dissapeared
Into a place that doesn't exist
The one we dreamed about
Beyond the forest.
I had to see if the sun still shone
Rose tinted hues
If the leaves still glistened
With the mirage of dew
The forest is achingly terrible
After years of waiting
It tells the truth
Green in spring
And white in winter.