Forest Mist

What is beyond that mist
drifting over the bleached silent lilies?
The blooming sky smearing like cool water colors,
anywhere from blue to purple to pink stretched
out over the forest.
Strangely soothing.
Can I hear water lapping up onto the green slippery rocks,
Or is that just the wind whispering into my ear?
I fear getting lost in the quiet blur as I step over
roots of crying trees.
Familiar somehow.
I step once more into hanging branches that reached out
at me in the gentle breeze, but I stopped and turned,
back to the middle of my dream.