Left alone the forest
is deserted in your dreams
and across the fields
that the horses are left to run free
every Tuesday and Thursday.

Left alone the way to the river
is untouched and unlettered
with human influence
across the rust laced gates
all the way to the water reservoir

Stealing hours in seconds
as the water rises to ocean levels
free from human hands
sitting waiting for a painter
across the artificial lights in your sleep

and everything going wrong
in the world outside.