This Path is Mine (I am waiting)

Follow down the road between the great boughs
Into the night of the living forest you go
Down the road, down the path, deeper deeper
Until only a pinpoint of light do you see
This candle flame is your soul
a reflection of your nascent conscience
twisted like the trees
Walk, my kin! Slowly. You will find me
Waiting
forever I sit on my throne of stone
comatose
waiting for your callous lips
to resuscitate me from my sleep
Where I contemplate in trance-like lucidity
Your grave countenance
as you trod along the weary road
wrapped in arboretum screams
for peace
Where you travel, my kin,
This path is mine
(and I am waiting)