Far away where the woods are dark.

There I sit by the tree of wisdom.

Never to be closer to its essence.

I now await its hidden knowledge.



I cry for my soul is wounded.

When you come you smile, 

and do not find it strange that I am alone.

I am cherished by your beauty as I am waiting. 



You ask me what my wonders are.

My instant response tells you;

I feel all alone.

You say I cannot possibly mean so.