Nowhere

Nowhere

The icy water
collects at my bare thighs.
The dampness of this place
is a comfort to my
cold dead body.

I wade through the water
to reach its center.
Light does not penetrate
into this teal realm.

So surreal
are the old gnarled oak trees
with their long withered fingers,
reaching out to grab
at my naked form

The muted voices of spirits,
still hovering over the place.
Call me and
bid me to stay.

To become one
with the past.
With them.

To sleep now
and forever
In nothingness