If Love Was a Forest

If love was a forest I tip toe the climb through its beating heart There is lost love, the dry deaf leaves Strewn ground high and spread thick with utility And there is love yet felt The young vigorous flora juicing on the branch or vine Waiting to be plucked or forced fall head over heels Onto it's destined prey And there are rocks, dirt and the melange of mayhem Where love trips and collides with mortal wonder The unsuspecting hearts and whims of others Where considerations can be aberrations Sometimes forcing scrapes and cuts and wounds That may never heal Yet to walk through... To stop at times and gaze along the way To wander deep into impervious platitudes which lure and mesmerize To lose the path, endure the anguish Where light goes missing and no direction leads home To survive despair, starvation and last rites Only to be saved by an angel Made of sunlight and magic elixir Especially for, and only capable of being consumed by you ...is reason enough to press on. (10/18/14)