Night- paces and restlessly stations
leaf'd sentries in the silhouette sky;
Black* - cossetting, scissored, jagged
tatoo'd trees lend watchful eyes;
Branches - whisper aches and pains
with sweeping hands of hurried lies;
Trust - exhumes her two-cent breath -
*"You promised not to compromise.."
Tonight the trees were
black
lace
curtains
that silhouetted the sky
the breeze
shuddered
and
whispered
to me:
"Take care of your promise ...my child"