The Weeping Tree
Soft grass beneath
my beating feet
is crushed as skin
and green blades meet.
There's humming
in my rushing mind,
a thought
I can't quite ever find,
which hovers
just beyond my sight--
a bit too high,
a bit too light,
a bit too
ringing, singing sweet
for my low gaze
to ever greet.
Down the valley
I run for days,
chase echoes
of a golden blaze
which lies in forests
shaded black,
'til with one step
I can't go back.
Dropping further,
the valley sighs,
pulls me into
its closing eyes
as sunlight dwindles
by the hour
and I'm swept along
in this quiet power,
a quickening thrum
of straying thoughts,
a web of voices
in which I'm caught,
dragging me deeper
into its heart,
and I'm running so fast
that I'm falling apart.
In darkness
comes the aching end
as I plunge past
one final bend
and come upon
a weeping tree.
In silence,
I find only me.
my beating feet
is crushed as skin
and green blades meet.
There's humming
in my rushing mind,
a thought
I can't quite ever find,
which hovers
just beyond my sight--
a bit too high,
a bit too light,
a bit too
ringing, singing sweet
for my low gaze
to ever greet.
Down the valley
I run for days,
chase echoes
of a golden blaze
which lies in forests
shaded black,
'til with one step
I can't go back.
Dropping further,
the valley sighs,
pulls me into
its closing eyes
as sunlight dwindles
by the hour
and I'm swept along
in this quiet power,
a quickening thrum
of straying thoughts,
a web of voices
in which I'm caught,
dragging me deeper
into its heart,
and I'm running so fast
that I'm falling apart.
In darkness
comes the aching end
as I plunge past
one final bend
and come upon
a weeping tree.
In silence,
I find only me.