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weeping tree
9:54 pm / 14.12.03

wish i could be wrapped in beauty

and stolen away

taken far from this day of pain

taken somewhere where i could sit under a tree

and with my face to the earth,

cry and make it grow.

my pain tree

shadowing all i fear

and all i cant feel

what a lovely tree

growing in green

yellow blossoms on its leaves

and crying in the fall we would

sing a memory

of days when ugliness haunted me

her shade would cover my beauty

until i am old and still crying

i arise and the tears have carved all that was borrowed

to leave the simple essence of me.

a thin trunk imbeded in dirt

and leaves wraped round my body

beauty will engulf me

and i'll become a weeping tree.

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