my mind is sleeping and drifting whilst I dance in the dusk far out in the forest garden where mist and fairies surround me my feet bare my clothing torn and transperent and I sink to a tree drawn to it it's different from the others it's glowing and stands alone encaptured by its whithered bark and it's dying dry voice burnt black and crumbling in my hands leaves scattered at it's feet like yellow petals untouched I leave the tree alone with it's sadness and cries and walk softly away from it's ghostly presence somewhere the wind whistles at the back of my neck and I dissappear