Crystalline Woods

A forest blooms
A spring wells from the earth
Soaking the land
I drink of foliage
The water falls
Running down a possibility of paths
It is cool
Crystallizing the woods
Cleansing me
The picture stays the same
Whispers shimmer through the trees
The tree of knowledge rises from the stream
Blood and citrus mingle on the frame
A moss covered temple looms ahead
(Death survives in life)
Empty inside it mirrors my eyes
I must leave
With care the house may live again
A new coat of paint only hides the sadness
Buries it under a glossy facade
Bass patterns rumble through the air
I speak to them on the lawn
The picture rests on the mantle