Beams

A sharp whisk of the air runs along
the back of my neck as I run
through the forest of mystery
the thick green branches gently sway

back and forth above my head

filled with a thousand chances to stay

but the branches don’t seem to sway

hard enough. I run for miles and miles.

I end up in the part of this forest floored

with darkness. I bounce up and down

as the wind accelerates on my skin

like a car on a freeway.

Perhaps this is a way to run from troubles

and mishaps to a serene place

maybe by a waterfall. I bump into a tree
shaking its branches. Orange pixie 
dust exits the one unstable branch
from this tree
onto my black, motionless scalp.

I go further into this abandoned forest
where there is a blue fluorescent light
illuminating from the sky.

The bright regretful beams reach me.
 I grimace like an owl seeing silvers 

of light at night. Could it be a portal?

A portal that I touch

and suddenly be infected

with flying dragons,

wicked potions and random

witches on brooms cackling.

Blue light,

take me to a place

where I’ll never be known.