Tree Of Life

Planted like a thought within the mind, Expressed like an action without a thought,
Our bodies connect like two holding hands, And together we shall create the Universe.
With this embryonic life forming a blood supply like branches of a tree towards a light we sought,
Time itself is created, So that these roots we share shall eventually disperse.
This Sun gives me life, So my sacrifices will be more than just dust and ember.
But this crescent shaped moon curses me in all three worlds,
So they do not worship, Nor remember.
Like memories left behind, My ash blows in the wind and swirls.

I'll throw away these burning stars and hope that the light touches you.
Sprinkle upon a distant night sky, Maybe one day you'll see,
All the things I tried to convey and all my feelings so true.
All the things you wanted and all the things I tried to be.
Like a million branches emerging within and without you,
Closely resembling cracks upon a mirror, Scattering my reflection in every direction.
The pieces remain, But almost unrecognisable, Being so far out of clarity or view.
I sit in silence, With my name you barely even mention.

With connections and meaning so lost and mysterious,
You let fear feed off you in sacrifice.
With desires so tampered it can be so dark and so curious,
In searching for that glimmer of hope to entice.
With a thousand eyes watching me, Like peacock feathers
I realise you are closer to me than I first expected, We are as One mind, Body and soul.
Your image becomes prevalent within all material objects, Seasons and weathers,
Like something so familiar, As though you are a part of me, Neither new nor old,

But Always…