Beneath the boughs of the Crying Tree,
When the world feels vast and you're lost at sea,
With nowhere to turn, no path to trace,
A silent longing for a warm embrace.
Just a simple hug, a touch so kind,
To mend the fragments of a troubled mind.
I confess my failing, the truth rings clear,
I wasn't there to wipe away each tear.
Too many moments, I stood apart,
A heavy sorrow weighing on my heart.
Forgive the void, the space I left unfilled,
A silent promise, now to be rebuilt.
But know this truth, though shadows played their part,
You're etched forever deep within my heart.
I will always love you, steadfast and true,
And cherish the friendship, tried and seen us through.
Remember the wisdom, the lessons you gave,
The strength I found, the very soul you saved.
Recall the laughter, the joy we once shared,
The brilliant moments, beyond all compared.
Those good times sparkle, a beacon so bright,
Guiding my spirit through the darkest night.
For I will never let your memory cease,
A bond unbroken, bringing inner peace.
So let the wind whisper, a soft, fond farewell,
As stories we've written, forever will dwell.
Under the shelter of the Crying Tree's grace,
Our spirits entwined, in this sacred space.
Though paths may diverge, and seasons may turn,
The flame of our love will eternally burn.
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What a very, very beautiful dedication to an unknown/unidentified friend. The conclusion alluded to divergent paths whispers of an aching wound which remains a scar, yet how gorgeously rendered with exquisite imagery, a delightful waltzing rhythm and rhyming, not to mention a tender poignancy. Thank you so much for sharing.
A poem that dedicates meaning to pleasant past memories and a sense of friendship. There is a feeling of loneliness and sense of a need for someone to lean on feeling lost and disoriented. There is a need for a guide. Memories may be the guide and strength to hold onto. Well written
Reading this felt like standing beneath that tree myself…where sorrow and love meet, and memory becomes a kind of shelter. A powerful and moving piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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