Eerie mountain.

I go into these woods,
open my windows to the dark-
dark night, not quite
so friendly as I once did know
its brother,
the city.
But the city's never dark as the woods
I'm walking into now.
It's always purple when the light
glows off the clouds, my night
is interrupted by the gas station traffic,
but nurtured by the streetlights and
the windows and
the signs and
the moon.


My windows emit no light but
the blue will hold you and guide you.


In the woods there is nothing
in the night there is nothing.
In the day there are shadows,
in the night there is nothing.
It moves up and down and emits no sound,
which is what scares me.
I keep my ears full of sound and it surrounds me.
I listen so the music in my heart
thump-thumping like animals in
the woods
in
the woods
in
the dark
in
the silent
silent
cave
of trees and moss
the bridge
you balk
we turn
around,

We don't go into the woods at night
or under the bridge-
we just love it from the light of the day,
the kind of love you give
to a mysterious stranger.