Reflections of a Spirit

you are the Tree that is rooted here well-known and comforting swaying with the reassuring breeze the birds in the air rest in your hair the beast of the fields sleep in your shade but who comforts the Tree? Rain comforts the Tree with embraces soft she sends her silver shivers over cracked skin dry and rough when you shake your leaves fallen stars hide in the grass and fade into oblivion in the shade unnoticed by those who pass your restless roots start to move uplift your trunk and walk away with Rain clinging to your torso you travel over the Mountains and search for a thirsty stream where you can sink your memories into the soft moist bank where Rain can forever refresh your leaves sending small rivulets to fill the valley forming a river with the music of her Love addressing the Universe with azur blue and beautiful song and verse and so is the sky that rests quietly in her breast she overflows the banks with her joyous dance; her dream of skyfilled love ... and the fish float in the sky in the river the birds fly you let your leaves drift blinded on the shimmering flowing west and the red passionate Sun that pointsettia of the east throws her warm cloak over your loft reading Love's engravings in the bark swirling strings of butterflies and sweet sweet kisses; Lovers' lies purple passion with its pain and silver drops of Tree-sick Rain: all written in shadows and in light on River's mirror; on Sky's face remnants of winter's dephts and summer's heights Sun seals it all with her pure gold Sun kisses the Tree ... and Time grows old myra Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 08:46 PM PST, Myra Lochner    12 • 8 • 5