His path, like those of many before him, knew countless craters and caverns
Until rewarded with his true love, he walked a sure step, undeterred
Through his carriage, he protected his love, though her path often did bank
For he knew without her, the mysteries of life would remain unexplored
Yet another stumble betided her walk, unsteady, erratic in totter
Once again, his devotion guided his measure as he journeyed in keep
But this time, his feet did not give rise, was it fated that love would resolve
Though weary, his strength solicited passage to let fate see another day
progression withered aged vines
after clarity was shaken,
dreaming tree shed its leaves
ceased to take pity
on the eternal bloom,
fell through the cracks mid
concrete wildflowers
standing in dusky shadows
of betided darkness,
air thick like molasses
oozing into changed crevices
dreams expired before
memories transpired,
childlike innocence died upon
ventured horizon's fading meadows
& first relinquished blushing kisses
as reality's cruel persistence
contrived of illogical devices
decaying flowery resolutions
disillusioned mixed metaphors;
deliver me back to a time of naiveté
whence stardust hung from shaded blossoms
rendered 'midst moonbeam showers
"The Dreaming Tree Has Died"
- inspired by Dave Matthews Dreaming Tree