Woods of Green

Time casts a shadow on my heart
And I wake wanting
For colder hands on my flesh
For sleeping woods to wake
Woods of green, please
Do not tempt me
Echoes ring back and
I cannot forget I was a mother here
Season of myths
Floating in this noon of time
Like dreams come untrue
I wake wanting
To be a mother still
I see the moon not in the sky
My mouth as I speak its name
Exceeds it
I am left with words:
Split me in two
Shadows fall outside this dreaming.
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