The Entwined Hearts

Two trees side by side Leaves danced together once, interleaved In the music of the spring air, All dry and fallen now, uncared. Branches reached out once, entangled, Tenderly caressed the blooming flowers, All broken and bent now, unembraced. In the twilight gleam The cracked trunks still glow, The enmeshed roots not yet dry Hold each other close, unseen, Brace the face of storm, they turn into mural wood. Two figures stand, you and me, In the falling light of the setting sun, Become the dust of the golden days, Covered by decades of togetherness Don’t blow now in the winter breeze. The embracing arms once warm and agile Now petrified by time, unsaught. Love in the twilight colors still glitters In the crevasses of our wrinkled faces, The entwined hearts not yet old Pulsate to the music of youth, undisrupted, In life's symphony, we turn into violin. May 2, 2018