below - you can listen to one of the many creations that resulted - read by a mystery reader
And now the words:
Underfoot the forest floor was dry
And snapped and crackled as I made my way
In the dead of night
To the tall trees where they waited.
I heard them hold their breath, I hesitated
But knew it was best, I turned off the flashlight
And they stepped out, took my hand
Found my lips, found my kiss,
A memory of who we used to be
Was it really just a dream?
A dream of wilderness and stubble,
A smear of wild berry lipstick.
The forest opened to a clearing.
No branches stopped my way as I emerged.