If you don’t go out into the woods, nothing will every happen and your life will never begin.

Clarissa Pinkola-Estes
If you smile once more
you know I'll have to speak
don't tempt me to
go to your door or
out into this gentle evening or even
into the wide world to follow
the warmth of your voice

Woods, alight with tender green
nothing will keep me from you there
will I curl close under your arm
ever nearer to breathe
happen to drift languid
and rest under your gaze
your heart beating in my ear
life still-standing
will I be able to wake or
never leave this moment to
begin or drift again?