Forest of Love

Watercolour of an autumnal forest

Deep in the forest of love

Where I lie on your chest

And we slumber sweet

Our soft hues mingled

I dream through your eyes

And you through mine

That soft light I drink from

Your lips as you from mine.

This enchanted forest

Where you and I meet

Its dimensions are unknown

Its passage beyond sleep

And yet reality would not keep it

And imagination would expend itself for it

It lies there imminent in the realm of possibility. Waiting.