An endless fog in the base of the tallest wood on the clearest night.
Trying to find a destination with nothing but a blank map.
Wandering endlessly and lost with only the moon’s light.
Someday found, someday alright.
Longing for a deep and fulfilling sleep.
An endless fog gliding through the tallest wood, this clearest night.
In a sea of redwoods with no shore in sight
Exhausted from trudging on through swamp sap.
Wandering endlessly, lost in the moon’s light
Surroundings perceived, not through one’s eyes.
Only the pounding heart makes the slightest peep.
A tallest wood surrounded by an endless fog hiding a clear night.
This day alone, next to reunite.
The stars creating a beautiful trap.
Lost, endlessly, wandering in the moon’s light
Lost spark waiting to reignite.
A fire in the haze is hard to keep.
Endless fog, tallest wood, clearest night.
Endlessly lost and wandering; Only guide is the moon’s light.
Poetry by Austin Elmer
Photo by Cody Allred
Design by Lindsay Trombly