Have caught the swallows shriek
Laid dead flowers on the meadow
Searched fragments of hardened memories
Incarnating a kiss from memory.
Renascent
A window through the treetops
shows its shards’ glow over the ground
It is spoken here with bird words
where our embers become burning
Standing in and by the solid Tree
we cry happiness in the warm rain
In this high, bright and blue,
above the plum trees blooming,
down by the hyacinths beneath the skies,
we were embraced here to protected be
STAND TREE!
Stand tree with your branches as arms’
Stand tree robed clean in blue and gold
Stand tree in skin of bark of our innermost saved
Shards,
our richest shards of cried blood
created for happiness and sweetness,
worthy of our own home carried bliss
In stillness your names are whispered
Like fog thrown
Dream without sleep
Sigh in wind
That was the memory
Care for it tenderly