A Walk In The Woods

With very little in mind and body,
I took a walk,
Not knowing up from down,
And not knowing when it would stop,
I stepped into the forest,
To find what little of me remained,

Cold and damp,
As I had known it so well,
I listened as the insects sang along,
And I joined in chorus with the pattern of my step,
Hearing the stone and gravel crunch under me,
In unison with this natural masterpiece,

The night it gripped and grabbed,
Clutching at me telling me to fall,
To trip, stumble,
Keep the pace,
Walk into my bones,
Grinded to dust,

But the moon,
Oh the moon up high,
It let down its light,
In only her beautiful
And majestic way,
She let me know that,
No matter the dark,
There she was,
Even if covered by cloud,
She was still there,
Loving me as only she would,

So I retraced my steps,
Walking back to that same chorus,
Of what once was and what will be,
The music of the night,
With only one look back I knew,
Her light would guide me home.