Guardian Tree
Russet textures expand
through a maze of rough lining,
composing a song softer than
the winds of the river
Leaves of fading colors
arise within the current
waving their last goodbyes
with an incessant spiral
Tears pour down from
melancholy storms
saturating quickly into
pastel branches,
peeling off a shell
of bitter aversion
and irrational fear
Each bead of pride falling,
cascading her to nakedness
showing only true vicinities
behind that forcefield of
the withering decay
where lucid liquids run dry
contemplating hollow thoughts
She weeps in the heart
of faint horizons ~
recklessly drowning
in a sea of calloused wonder
Will she ever bloom
into a brand new beam
of effervescent light -
Or follow the black
into a lonely path
of no escape?
Copyright © Kerri Wineland | Year Posted 2007
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