A Carving of Hearts

I can not give away the Image engraved in my vision as I stood beside giants while hidden mighty Titans, that is how I saw the trees that hid me in their shadows like a villain thrown together by circumstance, I looked high into the sky, had to cover my eyes reaching out for an introduction my gesture sat unmoved, unworthy the trees remain silent and solemn absurd, it would be troubling if a Tree answered me as a friend to attend a function crazy as it seems the perfect witness is a tree to keep a secret like an alliance unspoken a maze of roots wrapped around in the soil twisting, and turning almost impossible to follow, to my feet, to a connection In the privacy of the trees, I saw you hiding from me or was it a dream that brought me here just to see you my dear carving the heart of another into our tree the tree trunk held a carving of the smallest heart amber in color like old blood no longer red I found you here like all the tears that do not fall instead I am drowning in my head the knife came from your pocket as you were kissing me far into a place unexpected with precision our letters appeared in the center of the tree, of the heart, of regrets pride, he walked me along the path to the trees to the heart, to you and the sharpest of knives that I keep in your chest time has slipped away,no forward, no back, no simply left me in trespass my titan trees did not protest the screams the blood that still runs along their roots twisting and turning from you to me at last Terry D’Arcy-Ryan