Tree of Love

I am shadowed in the shade of the tree,
in the soft leisure of flowering green,
observing how the sky descends slowly -
a brooding poet seeking the serene.

The fruit of all seasons hangs by a thread,
clinging to life like gnarled hands on a rail.
The knife-edged years, unrelenting, have fled,
renting the dreams that impassioned my veil.

I absorb the breath of blossoms and fruit
as fireflies flit across autumn scatters.
I planted this tree and love gave it root;
and in this world, love is all that matters.

The season of loneliness has arrived,
and there is a sense of punctuation.
I suffered the storms and somehow survived
the longest whisper of desolation.

The window's light is like a candle flame
to a mateless moth that dives with daring.
She throws herself against the window frame
until she falls to the ground, despairing.

I bow my head and remember my place.
The waves of time create a great divide.
I am still in love, a pitiful case.
I miss him; yet, I feel him at my side.

So when I am buried beneath this tree
and the roots of love reach towards the sky,
may he come visit to remember me,
to sit in my shadow and wonder why �

Why he waited too long to taste the fruit
of yesterday's truth now torn to shatters.
I planted this tree and love gave it root;
and in this world, love is all that matters.

Reviews

[Nihad Dweidary]

Coming across the lines...

"I planted this tree and love gave it root;
and in this world, love is all that matters."

I knew that when the tide of emotions run high, the ultimate feeling is to remember life's inevitable peak, love that is, in its flowering stages, its maginficent splendor and bloom. You never fail to capture what hearts yearn for. Be it sadness or delight, your brush knows all colors. When I journey with your words once and again, I am reminded why we poets find incredible joy in expression, which is a wonderful testament to how we truly live and to "all that matters" in this world.

Very haunting, dear. -Nihad

[JRB]

Love lost was never found, to ask why or will they, shows you have already been told, ponder no more, rest, sleep, wait for the spring. Nice work keep of the ink to paper, thank you
Jan/Uisiom