plain tree relief

I slammed my head against the wall to shake loose every memory. I left my mind so free and clear that the world ceased to be. I meandered about like a creeping river not knowing where to flow. Gazing up into the stars they led me to my knees. In the forest soft and still i whispered to the trees. Is there anything that I can do to eliviate the pain and bring the world back safe and sound through the silence again? If the wind whispers yes through the foldings of your dress, then I'll be standing on the tops of the trees waiting for you to caress me, heal me, and feel me. With my head devoid of clutter I won't pursue another. All I need to see me through are the whispers of the trees and a notion of you.