The Woods of an Early Morning

By the woods
My spirit opens up and intrudes
Of the cold breezing air
A place not for everyone and I will not share.

I see it standing there
Standing with its back turned and no care
Sun rises and morning's light fell
Dawn opens and cracks open its shell.

The figment disappears
The wood's silence clears
And I open my eyes, awake from its trance
All these night I never got the chance.

To see the figure's face
In the morning light it leaves without a trace
Maybe the sight of it will make me scream
Or it was just an overwhelming dream.

Still I must know
Why won't the figure show?
Maybe it's afraid
Or if I touch it, will it fade?

Is the figure an apparition?
These thoughts don't decrease my temptation
But slowly again the figure does appear
And slowly waves to show it's here.

Slowly I think and I know what it is!
Not a human, nor animal, that's the bliss
And all these nights, I've waited with temptation
It was the water's reflection and not an apparition.