For the great western woodlands

Melancholy expectations guide me and mine
Your beauty immense and powerful
The sun set and the yellow gum
inspires and lightens my soul
yet you remain distant, detached
your beauty unattainable, unreachable

I feel you piercing my eyes
penetrating my soul
filling me half way
yet never all the way
never to the top

what must I do?
what deed is to be done?
how can my beauty meet yours?
when will i know?
the secrets of which you reveal glimpses

glimpses of life
glimpses of meaning
glimpses of my reflection

a glimpse of my reflection
over myself, is held from me
is in-twined in the secret of your beauty
yellow wood, you are me and one day I will return