Vines That Bind

In this garden my calloused feet trace pathways Along wild flowers and rose bushes Planted by gracefully meticulous hands She knelt in the sunset and moon rise Creating this carefully chosen form of Eden As the sun rose and moon set her tears nourished Her protege flourishing with the guide of her soul Through blurred eyes I gaze upon her struggle Unable to comfort her pain away as her life fades Vines encircling my wrists gripping me steadfast Her grown nature keeping me at a distance To share your soul is to ensnare With thickening barbs and thorns that pierce These feelings take solidity when she cries Skin yielding up to this solemnity remains As essence seeps into the soil beneath The beast wages an internal war to rip these binds Being barred from her light's eminence No force embedded can halt this flowing Yearning to protect from this ebbing darkness we share Screams tear up through the thickening silence Realization begins to set in as the fog rolls over Her eyes can no longer touch mine.