We have not lived if never been lost…
Wandering in whispering woods or in wondering thought,
Wrong to question, weird to believe…
Wily wilderness waits, wanton as I live.
The deeper I immerse, loftier I emerge…
Where conscious n unconscious meet n merge,
Swingers are silent and shadows sway n prance…
Living are still, dead and deadwood sing n dance.
Where when who why and what, is it worth n wise to ask…
Winter winds in the willows whistle, whether weather ever will mask,
Wistful wishes weave wonder worlds within and without…
Wait, it’s wound n waste; weary will wilts, whims whimper for a way out.
Photo: @rosenfeld.mandy