By Katy Paulson.......katyp@anglefire.com
Date: 25 August 2000
Split Apart
A tree of intricate vitality,
Glimpses over the Earth's efforts to gleam,
On the bough is a desolate leaf,
With hopes to shrink from the dismal scene.
Although the colors from the horizon,
Give readiness to the gorgeous wind,
The paintless days have faded the hues,
As everything appears to be dimmed.
The autumn leaf pulls on the branch,
Plunging into the infinite air,
It swarms and floats in the wake of its ocean,
Each movement obscure and rare.
The branch observes the vulnerable effort,
But reserves the yearn to reach,
Reach out and retrieve its quivering soul,
For unity is not to teach.
The branch knows the promise of the leaf's renaissance,
When spring returns life once more,
But it still cries diamond tears on the sand,
It's own heartbeat faintly torn.
Grievous waiting while intimate sounds
Of wind chimes and footsteps blow through,
Staring at the impenetrable sky,
As the clouds contrast the blue.
It's difficult for the branch to perceive
The dreadful futurity with absence of love,
Missing so badly the fragile care,
That there never could be enough of.
Next time the branch will refuse to release,
Even crawl into the leaf's skin,
But their indeterminate love means too much,
To shrink away and hide within.
Adhere to the sensitive eyes that sensuously
Bring such graceful rays,
Let warm summer nights screen glimpses of sorrow,
Remain as one from day to day.
Written for Mark in May 2000
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner