Dreams in a Forest
In the forest the lonely crow caws.
It’s voice echoes in the silence.
I am the only one who hears it’s call.
As I sit next to my fire trying to stay warm.
I hear the foreboding in it’s shrill voice.
I know that loneliness.
I look around searching for the silhouette
of another lost soul.
But I find nothing.
In the forest I hear the yelp of the hungry fox.
I hear the weariness in it’s sobbing.
It’s sly ways have got it nowhere.
I hear the soft pats of its footfall.
I see its shadowy form approaching my pitiful food stores.
I break off what I can spare for the wretched beast.
It’s better to have company on these dark nights.
I hear the crash of a falling tree.
The fox runs in fright.
I am alone again.
I walk to the sight of the dead elder.
I need it’s corpse to keep my fire going.
I threw it’s legs upon the flames and they rose in triumph.
“From ash you came to ash you shall become!” I hear in the crackle of burning wood.
I stay next to the warmth until the sand man takes me away.
In my dreams I see a phantom.
It is blacker than the night I just left.
It follows me as I walk threw the forest of dreams.
I see my companions the Crow and the Fox.
They lay in the belly of a giant ash tree.
The phantom approaches us and beckons me to follow it.
It shows me a scene I’ve seen before.
We walk to a hole six feet deep.
At the bottom there is a door.
It hands me a key and says ” The time has come to leave this place.”
As I put the key into the whole I hear the tumblers fall.
The door begins to creek open and I see…
I see the smoldering remains of my fire in a forest.
I put my bread crust into my pocket and I journey on.
Still haunted by this dream.
When will that time come?
When will I finally see what lies behind the door?
The crow perched on the branch of an ash tree calls out.
“Not yet my friend.”
And I walk on.
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