Tree of Life
Teetering like a doll with a faulty leg,
Reaching for an explosion of color;
Vibrant, shimmering, inviting.
Aromas of life swirling, seeping
Eyes illuminated, senses tickled.
Leaning forward, I forge on
Your arms like a log in a raging river.
Certainty in steps, with a spring and some pause.
Overwhelmed with tethers, tenuous and strong.
Wading through broken crystals, picking up keys
To open far away doors hidden by a mist.
Head full of dreams, created and nurtured
By the leaves gently rustling against my back.
Leap into the freedom of choices
Wings spread wide.
Picking, sorting, keeping, throwing
Absorbing the pearls with which to string
Gifts of love, lights of hearth.
Where once lay the path you showed,
Brick upon brick, I build my own.
Strong enough for us to stand,
Big feet, little feet; stomping, prancing.
Dancing to the crescendo, often forgetting
The first note that was played in the song.
In moments of sorrow, when the soul is hurting
I look out the window and there I find
The old and sturdy tree, proudly upright
Morning dew dripping off its falling leaves.
You are so near, and yet so far
Your essence slowly mixing with the soil
Soon to be extinct, erased from the touch
Only remnants will grace my walls.
Gone with the mist, but never from the heart
Your roots are now mine.
mh (c) 2014