The Filigree Tree

Presents from the filigree tree out in the back, for you, for me with filtered limbs to lift the air We know it well, I met you there A ring of broken, braided twigs We dined on wine, and cheese and figs and gazed beyond the silver bough out in the back, I feel it now Many a book was read aloud on hazy days, without a cloud We laughed until the flowers fell and graced our brow, we knew it well A thousand stars to sing at night out in the cold, you held me tight with whispered frost upon the air It chills me still, left frozen there But now the filigree tree has died I buried it, and wept and cried for every inch it bloomed and grew resembled love, from me to you. ~or~ There under the filigree tree where memory was lost and found and made and breathed we tethered the sky on a stormy day and lapped up the dew from the metal moon There under belted, velvet boughs we circled the earth and glistened the brow of every moment we left to ignite like a wound to be healed and kept out of sight There we fell to love's embrace a shadowed laugh a winsome face to sew the fabric of our time when I was yours and you were mine...