Olive tree, green friend of sun,
I see you stretch your heavy arms,
Barren of fruit, of every one,
Just leaves, waxy & cold,
Crying out for unheard mercy,
For the warmth, your friend the sun,
Hot caressing & so bold,
Encased within white purity,
Austere & hostile, you are crying, I can see,
I cannot help, I can only watch,
As you weep green frozen tears,
Dripping with the despair I feel within me,
Turning seconds of eternity into endless weary years.
No comments:
Post a Comment