Monday, October 5, 2015

(You) As A Radiant Sun

Roots have grown where my feet used to be
Vines have crept over my limbs and made a home of me
My fingers now clawed branches
ever reaching, for that vital light—
       Earth-bound, this one 
       Ever a subordinate (to you)—
                    the smiling Sun

Beneath this aged bark beats my red heart
Its hollow drums, solitary and echoing
This ancient love, alone yet growing
         Expansive like the universe
         A love turned celestial

Time shall not uproot this divine tree
Only death shall hinder its basking eternity
Etched upon the skin of my mind
are memories of—
          That radiant mind,
          Warm, effusive and silent

           Once known
               never, never forgotten.

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