The Old Forest - Tez Stair

Looking through the smoke

A woman I met long ago

The licks of flame in her eyes

Tell of her excitement

But the weariness on her face

Tells me she has had too much

 

She didn’t know me

Before she saved me

We both remember the stars

And the sirens

But the hour escapes us

 

She begins to smile

I must be staring too much

Wondering what she’s thinking

But already knowing

The owls are out tonight

 

We sit listening to the wind

Batter the fir needles about

The flickering flame tires

The moon is dim

The scent of a bog swirls about

Drifting into our dreams