Clandestine Words

The clandestine words are swirling in an essence of eternity
invisible to those looking for them,
appearing to only those who have no need for them.
Showing the way,
inspiring a route out of the dull cradle to their grave,
an end to the redundancy of each sun.
Only the ones who lost direction can still
find the clandestine words hidden
where the others could not see.
Don't fear the woods,
for under the sharp scent of the pines the fate you lost
with the winter's bite may
reappear with the infant green's spur
You grasp what you believe and not the truthful lies of
the insects buzzing through
the branches and prickers and needles
On the vines around the abode of your thinking.
Words,
breathing into your ear, telling you the validity of the
singing in your soul.