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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