Searching For The Forest Poem by max pike

it sounds like clarinet
blowing by the past
searching, searching never ending
for the forest
darking, my love, erase me in a whisper song
I see a black horse and rainbow cart
O yes, the cleanest finest cobbled road by the river
gently, quickly, lead me to the music come from nowhere
into the mountain arms covered with the forest
hide, swing, swing with this sweet-scented earth again
does it taste like darling
rolling the colourful sign cross unviverse sunk in your eyelash
searching for the forest, no more, i wish