Old Oak Tree

Old Oak Tree
© Surazeus
2018 10 12

I become shadow of light in mute wind,
dancing around forest lake of lost dreams.

I may be half as old as the oak tree
that drinks flowing stream of my memories.

I spiral to the center of the moon
who returns me reborn to this strange world.

I see your face reflected in the pool
where I go to understand my true self.