Lost in thought in the early dawn,
watching the sunrise spread 'cross the lawn,
I wished for a seed to grow to a tree -
a home to hang your candles from.
The bark would bear your name and mine,
letters twisting round the trunk, entwined;
before it burns away, we'll see
a smoky branch wave it's leaves towards the sky.
1 comment:
God, that seems to describe every divorce relationship out there.
-orchid
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