Forest of the Fine and Fair

Love,
Am I,
It's not the beauty that everyone sees,
that's to simple even for me,

It's the secret that you keep,
that is only heard in your speech of days gone by,

A song that can't be learned,
It may be born not in the mind, but in the hidden place,
that only you can see,

That Illuminating light that filters through the dense canopy,
Just enough to see the nakedness of your very being,

Somehow I have enter in your world, and caught a gleams
of the splendor that is deep within,

I stood in the entangling undergrowth and called to you,
but you could not hear my words, for my language is not like yours,

The language of the earth,
when things were spoken for their value and not for their gain,

Their you are in the distance dancing in your nakedness in your happy place,
I try to reach you, but I am held in place,
by the things I have yet to shed,

I struggle to get free, but all that is freed is my anger,
suddenly you are not there and I am ripped from this place and thrown from whence I came,

I look around and scream your name, slowly realizing that this will never be,

For I am in the wilderness of my despair,
and you,
in the forest of all that is Fine and Fair......