Tall Trees

When I slip in the mud of reality,

Where the tall trees grow

Roots so ancient

Then I will know

I am home

Once again.

I taught you to hunt

Yet weigh the cost

Of love and life often lost

Death comes easy

When living gets hard

And shards of ice

Pierce your heart,

Is a cold embrace

Better than none?

I don’t know

What I have won

I muse on what went by,

Incoherent clouds of joy,

Planes leave contrails in the sky.

Thin scars

And all the years

Lead to this day

The strings

Well up inside

And drown out

The sound

That echo

Distant memory.

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