This Tree




Blazing fire dies below
The horizon and the heart
It?s growing cold inside, I know
it does when finer things depart
Remembering every shadows dance
That made the world alive
Our divine sun never stood a chance
So, how shall we survive?
This bark is frail from disease
And its leaves are browned with shame
Its hands to heaven, begging, ?Please...?
Should blessed heart do the same?
My cheek is flushed, gone white, alas,
A ghost moves in my bones
My heart is pounding light and fast
In a cage of brittle stones
My eyes remember smiles
And misses the warmth they brought
A frown is a scar to the face it defiles
An unhappy reminder to a loss of what?s
sought
My god must be sleeping
Rest for his heavy eyes
Blindness come to stop the weeping
A break from those we love and despise
Oh, soul give strength to this tree
Whose every limb is bear
I fear not what becomes of me
Nor the shade I cannot share
The demons dine on memories I hold
On the silence I?ve come to embrace
My eyes are tired and growing cold
My life guides from this place
Let this body settle here
Its end has taken root
I shed no sorrow for this fear
And this tree shall bear no fruit.