Dimension of Truth

The woods, they sing a poem in a voice tinged with green
a dark mauve and black envelop the trunks of the old trees
what is the color of a dream again? Nothing but a melange.
A timid blue breeze flows like the elegant silks of a queen
an orgiastic symphony of gnarled branches and spiny leaves
an owl stirs quietly in the thicket as he delivers the message.

Deeper in the shadows, there is a cool silence waiting to burst
into a dimension of truth that is not yet known to mankind
the moon shines through the yellow weeping willow
while the universe creates a subtle story of hunger and thirst
a tale of dreams, desires and the wilderness within the mind
and it may live for an eternity in a realm that is hidden below.