Tree, I have come to shelter and with the rain to weep I am soaked, barefoot with mud running through. Soft the moss, cool and cold to soothe my heart that bleeds. Our waxing nights of love and moons now fallow, a field that burns. ****** our hollow bed of haunting, silent screams too soon the fiery devil too far my lover the spring.
Dear beautiful people thank you for reading my poem, and thank you too, for your kind words.