I went north where woods cover the hills.
\nWhere people hover by the lakes
\nand succumb to the silver cast
\nof the sun,
\nto clear stones at the bottom
\nof the water.
\nPeople have not been here long.
\nThere are fragments of original forest,
\na wilderness calling to come back.
\nThe epiphany of a world without us,
\nwithout children and curious women,
\nof men erecting houses and digging trenches.<\/p>\n
The wilderness passing,
\nbecoming a shade,
\na veil,
\nand I talk to it as a brother,
\nuninvited.
\nI tell it my dream.
\nI call to its vanishing.
\nI sing tenderly its fading songs,
\nthe voices of its soul.
\nThere is nothing I can do.
\nEternity goes on.<\/p>\n
Perhaps I will come back
\none more time.
\nTell the wilderness my dream.
\nHow I treasured it and made it mine.
\nHow I never left without calling
\ninto the wind,
\nI too have been changed.
\nI too have been invaded.
\nI too have silences that once were music.
\nAnd I go on without regret,
\nwith only care
\nfor those who changed me,
\nand left a shadow looking for its source.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I went north where woods cover the hills. Where people hover by the lakes and succumb to the silver cast of the sun, to clear…<\/p>\n