for charles

A winding, forest path
South down the mountain’s face

There is none more pure than he and I
And the wind comes in wisps

A lonely lilac
A stream that whispers, “Hello”
Euphoria, aforementioned, the fall
We wonder what it said

A shaman called Erica
One could never miss

Look, the land is dead!
Gone the everlasting peace
Gone the flora and fauna
Invisible the silent retreat
But follow that winding path

He will restore it, he and I
The lively mother’s fawn
Naught still amiss
A haven for he and I
No more color red
No more black tree

He and I will take them
He will know what I meane