Post-it found in my desk drawer.
They call you lady of these woods; maybe you are.
They tell me I can only so far into the trees before
I must start walking out again.
And that is why I carry these sticks
In their bundle on my back.
When I reach the heart of the forest, from which
Every road leads only outwards,
I will build myself a house, and stay with you,
Until the end of ever after.
I don't know if this was intended to be the start of something longer, or just a little bit of short-and-sweet, but it was a nice surprise when all I was trying to find was a new pen.
They tell me I can only so far into the trees before
I must start walking out again.
And that is why I carry these sticks
In their bundle on my back.
When I reach the heart of the forest, from which
Every road leads only outwards,
I will build myself a house, and stay with you,
Until the end of ever after.
I don't know if this was intended to be the start of something longer, or just a little bit of short-and-sweet, but it was a nice surprise when all I was trying to find was a new pen.