Dana Ginger Poet Free verse

Thy Father

  
“The stamp, the mark, the officiation 
Of a love so true 
Come and laugh among thy leaves
My father approves of you” 

I saw him in my dreams
And Mary, ever so fair
He sang to her each night
His heart he was to bear. 
And she whispered, “I’ll forgive you.”
“For all you say and do” 
and all these dreams of mine,
You’ll keep them, they’ll be true

She was sitting on the branches
High up, laughing, hidden in the leaves
She told the boy, “Come up, and climb my fathers tree”
In my fathers tree, there are many branches. Plenty of room
He’ll sit opposite from her, and they’ll talk about the moon

They’ll reach out their fingers, and the two will almost touch
Oh, the art of   almost 
They love to test their luck.
You reach too far, you plummet
You plummet and you rot, 
You’d be just another, fallen apricot

She whispered gently “climb my fathers tree”
If your head gets too heavy, you’ll snap the branches
But if your chest gets too heavy, you’ll lean onto me

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