The Dreaming Tree

by Sincuna   Jan 21, 2014

It is not the pale moon that brought you here
nor the longing for a sober night. There is
a sliding melody between your footsteps,
and your lips whisper a song
full of vowels to the wind.

I can read the sorrow in your eyes, better
than the scintillating symmetry of the stars. And
if you could feel the pulse of my quivering roots
underneath the weary soles of your feet, you may know

how to use my branches for lumber
during those nights when you need warmth.
Use my leaves as shelter, when the falling snow seeks
to numb your skin. When you are angry,
you are free to peel off parts of me. And carve out
little bits of your secret thoughts on my bark
when you are lonely.

All I want, is to be
the shade that protects you
from the scorching eyes
of the world.



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  • 6 years ago

    by Skyfire

    I can truly feel the aching in this poem. You've used some beautiful wording.

  • 6 years ago

    by silvershoes

    I really like this. The metaphor seems familiar and obvious, then again, I'm not sure I've heard it quite this way before, or at all. That says something.

    This is my favorite line for reasons I can't explain -

    "how to use my branches for lumber
    during those nights when you need warmth."

  • 6 years ago

    by Everlasting

    I continued reading this poem yet wondering why it struck me like it did. I think I finally understood why. I wrote a poem from the perspective of a branch, not so well written but it's about the opposite of this poem. This one leaves a soothing effect and it has a tone that invites the readers to well read it but it's not just to read it. it's like idk. I really like it. One of my favs from yours.

  • 6 years ago

    by Melissa

    Oh good golly, this is beautiful! I could never tire of reading your poetry. Wish I had my very own Auzy anthology to read again and again. And again. (: I love where your writing has gone. So sweet!

  • 6 years ago

    by Kakera

    Heavily, this breathes aching into my chest. Simply amazing.

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