In that magic forest, towering trees Unexpectedly come forward From the haze. Off the earth, the roots Spring out other roots, Like the arms of dwellers Of the burial vaults. Under cover of The blazing autumn leaves Lonesome giants, Trolls and lions used to live. Here the sailors saw The steps in golden sand Left behind in the six- Fingered human hand. Only one day, they saw In lurid thunder light Cat-head woman Softly stepped into the night. And in bushes, Pirate never enclaved, Nor a hermit Ever dug a little cave... I imagined all Of this by looking at Braids of yours Of fire-glow copperhead. Looking at your Ever changing greenish eyes, They're akin to Persian feverish turquoise. When we are pa**ed away in that forest, We will set off our way...