Cast Iron Forest

I dreamt everything was organized
The stones were all bones
I knew the voices in the wind
I woke and tried to wring the meaning from
The whistle in the wind, the stones in the road

Sunlight can’t reveal everything
And shadows have their mythology
You want ancient truths?
Will a pathless cast iron forest do?

Too much light means two things:
Too much shadow and to see what can’t be unseen

Sunlight can’t reveal everything
And shadows have their mythology
You want ancient truths?
Will a run through the tall grass at dusk do?

So what’s alive?
And what’s dead?
Is this obsidian?
Or an arrowhead?
Sometimes a hillside’s just a hillside, my love

Where the timbers cross I found my resolve
Without you I didn’t stand a chance
On a hillside where gnawed bones dissolve
We dance