Wednesday, June 05, 2013

Your trunk is so wide

How long till a rosebush
Burns my heart inside out

How long till a mirror’s crack
Reflects the nest of lizards
You tried to hide

How long till punctured leaves
Have soaked all
Water from my pond

How many times
Will I walk the thread
The trunk of your tree house

Will I wake you
The mob waits outside
To burn down your roof
To chop down your branches

I write your name
Into a frozen river
A dream of spring
You speak of winter

Collected some leaves
A booklet of grief
For the birds
That lost their wings

A stormy night
A dried out lake
Who has the right
To call a soul worth less

My thread is endless

Your trunk is so wide