The Unknown Poet N' the Lover With An Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee… Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space... I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place… My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace… Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal” n’ your poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the memory of your handsome androgynous face… I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ a touch of a feather upon my face… I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind heralds your scent n’ presence unto me… I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were your destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at play this day… Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s providence… Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…