Extraordinary forest
of a thousand tales
choosing its trail
as a river of words
that better suits
its purposes,
so it can make
a bitter fable
out of reality
that doesn’t
give out favors
unless its roots
are sweetened
by bliss.

Immaculate forest
extending its powers
to the imaginary force
of lightening nerves,
illuminating the tail
of reminiscences
until they culminate
in an instant of bliss,
love pouring from the skies
nurturing the forest
of a million tales,
creating actuality
out of the nothingness
that we recreate
in images of growth.

Standing tall,
standing green,
making genuine
what is meant
to be a reverie,
a forest of tales,
a river of words,
a rain of love,
and a phantom
of time made
my unnerving
brain.