Running through the woods
                 of my imagination
Branches of life
                 tear at my clothing.
Silver tendrils of moonlight
                 spash my tattered body.
Slithering vines snake through leafy beds,
                 pulling me to the ground.
Musty forest smells enter my nostrils and
                 filter into my senses as I hug the soil.
Ancient oaks open their arms
                 entering light which blinds me.
My heart rhythms beat in tune with drums
                  eerily to ancient ballads.
Angelic wings lift me, tenderly
                  loving eyes caress my being,
Leading me into mountainous circles of stone,
                  and you welcome me home.

                                Kay Elaine Ekwall
                                  copyright l999