Dream Into the Morning

An unobstructed path, dark, through great northern forest, far from life.

Navigating, running, driving, dancing, through the trees, the same native song – one beautiful whisper between the trees and unending ocean, between waves and leaves… Falling?

Am I falling in the northern forest? What I see is a detached body, human form, outside of two interlocking ovals humming still — 

Through the dark navigating a path, no stars in the sky (The Starman has since fallen) 

An old man cries in forest alone, singular, red-eyed lonely, in front of wife…

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