Your Tree
Your Tree
In my garden, a pear tree stands in sodden soil
Recovering from the ravages of winter.
March buds lift their heads celebrating the start of a new cycle of life.
Yesterday, I gave it a name and scratched it gently into its slender trunk, dedicated it to the one who had captured and hidden my soul in a far-flung land.
I gave it your name.
And every May, your head will be crowned with a myriad of white blossoms; a million petals and
each petal, a kiss...
A million new kisses every year.
And every autumn, with each pear that I pick, and with each juicy morsel that I take, I will taste you;
cherish your lips, savour your soft breath.
And on lonely afternoons, I can rest my head on your soft bark and imagine you in my arms.
And for a short, sweet sliver of eternity, we will be two hearts beating as one.
I will nurture your tree everyday for as long as I shall live.
In my garden, a pear tree stands in sodden soil
Recovering from the ravages of winter.
March buds lift their heads celebrating the start of a new cycle of life.
Yesterday, I gave it a name and scratched it gently into its slender trunk, dedicated it to the one who had captured and hidden my soul in a far-flung land.
I gave it your name.
And every May, your head will be crowned with a myriad of white blossoms; a million petals and
each petal, a kiss...
A million new kisses every year.
And every autumn, with each pear that I pick, and with each juicy morsel that I take, I will taste you;
cherish your lips, savour your soft breath.
And on lonely afternoons, I can rest my head on your soft bark and imagine you in my arms.
And for a short, sweet sliver of eternity, we will be two hearts beating as one.
I will nurture your tree everyday for as long as I shall live.
12年前