Forest Spirit

the treetops are open, the leaves are gone

and the spirits walk down to save the breeze

along the open road inside the house

of the death inside you that always sneaked

outside and alone to talk to the beings

and swallow the earthlights you see

in the distance when you drive alone at night

the aurora hides when you come near

you've never given the time to waste away

and watch how the river sprouts

how the lines blur as you follow them

in you and everyone that fits into this

on the snow-covered leaves on the ground

trees have ghosts like we do

.dreas.