moon river

the trees in your
dream
keep  falling.
long thick trees
tumbling across
the stream. breaking
in half as they tilt
and lean, then crash
onto other trees.
you are in the middle
of this thunder.
this confusion
of wind and branches
snapping in your ears.
the icons of your youth
are dying.
when you awaken
you go to the window
and look out at the woods.
it's still dark,
but the moon is bright,
high above the stream.
it's the same as it was
the day before, nothing
has changed.