Silent Discovery

each time the dark silence looms
methinks -- an evergreen soul!

as each leaf falls, green or yellow,
the upheavals in the cold breeze go unseen

i live in the wings of time
i believe the world melts with me
nowhere do i hear the inevitable footsteps.

while lost in the musings of the green,
the coldness of the dark creeps in . . .

I see the upheavals in the cold breeze;
the evergreen shell breaks.

no more do i stare at a few above!
beneath i see thousands . . .

avaricious desires drift with the breeze
the pristine soul glitters.

as the sighs, moans and the incense cloudsfade,
the mind wanders and finds the lost path
the path through the enchanted woods . . . !