When you visit the places

of your youth when we

thought death was not for

us in these pristine hills

of pine trees filtering in

the soft light that made

spirits dance on the canopy

of grass with small red

flowers glistening joy

to our sanity helping

to overcome our fears

of the snake men who

snared little children

to offer in caves hidden

behind the waterfalls

on the edge of forests

hidden from the storms

their mighty snake Gods

cannot control...

I have come back many times

to these same hills to

show these secrets to our

children for them to wonder

why my times have been

forged in the silence

of the spirit lands and

how I still worship the

unknown contacts with the

spirits of the living dead

in the serpentine lanes

of Lewduh where the stalls

sold everything under the

sun and one who has been

there cannot ever forget

the smells on your clothes

that kindle your dreams

with happiness for the

forests are alive once more..