The Ostrich and The Maple Tree

The lacquered voice of the Maple Tree runs thick downs its heavy trunk.

Some say it tells stories of peace and time

But as she stands gazing up at its immense branches reaching towards the heaves

she cries

The Tree knows her misery

The Tree knows her misery

"I am an ostrich loving a swan"

says she

The Tree knows her misery.

bowed to the sun

Aged with passing years

Flightless just as she

They share their misery.

Tears of amber and salt

mix as she holds herself to the tree

clinging to life

aching for wings

"Yes", the tree sighs

I know know your misery"

"Not alone"

"Not alone"

"I too have no wings"

Nena

Through gray eyes

Pen to paper
Thoughts come
Commitment of my inner mind

I'm scattered
no sense of self
stumbling
Lost in the wreckage of destruction

the years spent
Wasted
Lost

The only thing left standing are memories
The fallen house

I'm searching

Tears come
After the winds of change blew away all that was me

I'm lost in hopelessness
Standing on the edge

Soon all is hidden
safely put away
behind the veil
behind the screen
covered by darkness
hidden
for the sake of sanity