Outside my train window,
The storm above
Casts a murky gloom
In the forest below,
A verdant darkness
That grips my heart
Even now,
Beckoning me forward,
Leading me into the dark
With fingers of tree and fern.
"Here in the forest, dark and deep,
I offer you the peace you seek.
Come away, O wayward soul,
And follow me into the unknown."
The amniotic murk
Surrounds and lulls,
Dappled with the raindrops
On the window-glass.
Would I find peace
In the shadows there?
What dreams would come
If I found what I sought?
The streams of water
From the stormy sky
On the roof above
Reflect my weeping heart.
I feel the forest's embrace
In my very soul;
It whispers to me
As I fade into dreams:
"Take my hand
And don't be afraid;
The path always calls
Where it meets the sky,
Where the river bends out of sight
And fades into the misty veil.
The magic in the dark
Will always wait for you.
There'll be peace
In the next bend in the road;
We'll be waiting...”
