Homecoming
On of raindownpour muddy paths I’m walking
Towards an unknown voices’ tender whispering
And a scent of late flowering salvia
Heavy oak tree branches hug my strained
Yet so hopeful body closely and offer
To carry me but I refuse
Consciously I step into the living forest’s arms
Peeling off my skin to change into a dress of
Softly warming autumn leaves whilst
Foggy amnesia is shutting down the roads I left behind
A lonely bird is singing
And I surrender, gratefully