Monday, February 8, 2010

Storms Arrive

A tattered life lived alone
The limbs move like aching bones
Steady and stable despite the breaking
A wound is healed, the earth is shaking
Long gray skies scream with storms
The tree breathes heavy but holds its form
Our waking eyes see in flashes
"Will the storm betray us?" her lips like ashes
I've forgotten tomorrow in this tree's hold
It's the comfort of her that I truly know
"We face many winds and freezing times
But the tree is still standing and you're still mine

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