TREE OF MY HEART

There are days when I’d give anything

to be alone with you,

to dream beneath your branches

with the sun shining through . . .

spinning away the minutes

into soft golden threads,

changing, rearranging stale thoughts

stuck in my head.

Oh, tree of my heart,

in this meadow I love so,

my dreams live in your branches

as you stand here and grow . . .

never leaving or deceiving

the strength of your seed,

past the heartache of time,

where so many hearts bleed.

Oh, to be alone with you,

my blue spruce of love,

to pierce the sky with you,

pulling heaven from above,

close to the earth where

nature’s spirits dance and meet

on blades of grass, translucent

petals growing at your feet.

Oh, tree of my heart,

oh, great teacher of my soul,

Silently within me, your life

becomes my goal . . .

take my dreams with you

and all I aspire to be,

as you reach up through a cloudy sky,

please kiss the sun for me.