four words may say

 
 
Looking at the picture
Forest of my psyche
Twists the interlocking branches
Shafts, light, ignite reality
 
Pretty shroud of green
Tells vibrant twisting tales
Leaves are trembling connections
Silence when light fails
 
Live between pretty sparks
Inhale the earth embrace
Green blades are dancing
Brush against my face
 
Deeper into the image
Falling so deep 4
Wash over my senses
Distil this silent sleep
 
Flush with vibrant kiss
Ignore another violent parade
Shafts of light ignite
Me the walking shade
 
Ghost in the forest
Shards of light dismay
Touching through blades whisper
Green turns black decay
 
 
Looking at no picture
Forest of no psyche
Twists no interlocking branches
Shafts, light, no reality