(I live each day,
eyes closed, blinded by
new moons)
driving over orange cones
and the street, it
eyes me peaceful
wish there were trees
instead of people.
No mouths, no hands, just
shady canopies
I'd trade in my soul for a
few more trees;
lie under almond
branches in Autumn,
don't want to go home.
Close my eyes,
wish I could be alone
forever.
This would be Heaven,
except for the bad weather.
But, still, they find me
asleep with my trees,
take my hand,
take me 'home'.
Trees beg, sweetheart,
"We need you,"
I know.
Stretch out my arms,
feel their love in my
fingertips-
rush though my veins
down to my hips.
Sigh a bit,
lose the pleasure
miss the love, I
miss the weather.
Would trade my life
for those almond trees;
etch X's and O's into their
brown bark,
etch X's and O's into the
little wrinkles of my heart.
Head full of
mistaken wonder, I
dream of their shade.
And that shade, it
eyes me (regret) peaceful
wish there were trees
instead of people.
