The Dreaming Tree

It is not the pale moon that brought you here nor the longing for a sober night. There is a sliding melody between your footsteps, and your lips whisper a song full of vowels to the wind. I can read the sorrow in your eyes, better than the scintillating symmetry of the stars. And if you could feel the pulse of my quivering roots underneath the weary soles of your feet, you may know how to use my branches for lumber during those nights when you need warmth. Use my leaves as shelter, when the falling snow seeks to numb your skin. When you are angry, you are free to peel off parts of me. And carve out little bits of your secret thoughts on my bark when you are lonely. All I want, is to be the shade that protects you from the scorching eyes of the world.