• Getting lost in the trees
    I know these are the keys
    The woods see the live and the dead
    As I could only envision in my head

    Walking alone in the bliss of Spring
    This means nothing and yet everything
    Glimmers of sunlite, like crystalline filigree
    Caress my skin as warmth comforts me

    There is love in heartbreak
    Loneliness in company
    Lite kisses in winter
    And in self sacrifice, vanity

    I trace the lines, thin and deep
    Branches know the words we dare not speak
    Intertwining woes and joys, of present and past
    To predetermine our futures, made in brittle glass

    Harder to break
    Easier to to shatter
    We all whisper the query
    "Do we matter?"

    They wear the weight on their fingers
    Yet reach past where our gloom lingers
    If I could bathe in their leaves so deep
    And understand why even those without eyes do weep

    For a moment they are still and silent
    Their wonders now explained so violent
    I know now just as I knew all along
    What is it that happens when we are gone


    We will not be forgotten
    Lovers with hearts of wood
    Never turn rotten
    And all the poetry we have spoke
    We leave with others now
    For them to tote

    Our souls will drift down distant seas
    As our memories twirl in the breeze