dead trees leave their years to count and read behind.

in poetry •  7 years ago 

Even all my love songs are bittersweet,

rescue me,

pull me out,

with your hand,

from my branches,

to your lips,

there I can be free.

I feel you soft and in dream,

underneath,

fold your wings,

up against me,

as you digest me,

the light falling west,

the sun only brightens you now.

In your sundress,

The light loves you best.

When winter hits I'll be dormant and longing and fighting off the chill,

But for now just rest with me.

(where you were once pondering,

where you climbed inside to hide from everything.)

For now just hear my leaves shake in symphonies.

While your eyes close now.

Make my roots clean,

Make the dirt below us sing,

As you grow wiser and free,

while the old wise tree is withering on his last ring.

You carved your name on my skin,

When you left you got my sap boilin'.

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