by Mike L. Utley To slake my thirstWith dew from leaves that never see the lightArboreal the tears that fall and quenchThe darkest dreams To fill my bowelsWith loam whose cloying scent bespeaks of deathArboreal the taste of living earthMy hunger begs To see the gleam‘Neath tenebrous shadows and rayless grovesArboreal the blackest night in dayBelow … Continue reading Sea of trees