Leaves

In the forest of my dreams some leaves
are wandering, I wonder whether they
will walk me home, from tree to tree I
keep on walking but the snow keeps
coming in, as if an unseen hand is there
to cover all my thoughts, to sleep is to
return, then I see you, I close my eyes
now, it is time to pray, O, walk with me,
to be a leave and wander through these
woods, sweet fragrance of a lullaby, O,
come with me and I will sing to wake you
up, from tree to tree then walk with me
and when we reach the mountaintop
then dream with me, so to the forest we
will be as to the snow these wandering
leaves.

(picture: Heverlee Forest, Belgium)