Through the Otonabee Pines. SPARK 2016.
“Through the Otonabee Pines” Ryan Lamoureux

I crave seclusion
At the end of a day
With words
And situations

I crave mountain air
The kind
With pine and purity

I crave sunsets
With treetops
Intricately woven
Against the last
Golden moment
Of a day
Otherwise gone

I want to lay
Amongst trees
So that I
Like them
Can feel unrestricted

I crave simplicity
In a world
Where there are
Too many choices

I crave a life
As unadorned
And as honest
As the wilderness
In solace
To wash my soul clean