Trees Without a Forest
It’s just another story in the wind
Of the naked trees with their
Hollow dreams…
Like the creak of the wooden door…
Like the smell of fuming lumber.
It’s this song that blows
In the breeze
With the ashes of our
Torn down leafs…
Two shrubs with our thoughts
Scattered along the path,
We’re eyed by the
Towering sky…
It’s just us and the cinder
Of farewell kiss…
Just us, leaning toward
The ground…
And still it’s winter
In these treeless woods.
A ruthless season
For me and for you.
I’d embrace your branches
And call them my own,
But I’m anchored in the silence
Of this story never told.
And it’s a leafless winter
As I said… the deepest
Scratch against our bark…
I feel like a star in a starless night,
Like a falling oak with
No direction.
Yet I’d still twine my ivy
Around your crusty trunk…
My ivy that once was a palm,
Blossoming just to
Stroke your cheek…
Why does it still smell
Like leaving
And farewell kiss?
I’ve banished all of my leafs
And yours…
I’ve banished them
Only to save us…
And, yes, I hear the woodcutters’
Cheer…they’re coming
And hoping to kill us…
We’ll be the spark
And the warmth of their fire,
The children will be playing
With our limbs.
And, yes, I’ll love you
Always…
Even if the season’s over…
Even if my sight
Shall be weakened…
Even if I’ll be branchless
And cannot stretch too far…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Copyright © Stefania Carmen Misaila | Year Posted 2009
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