Under the tree I stare silently
at the waste my angst would cause
I’m left breathless without the words
that leaves my thoughts without pause

Beneath the breeze that would seize
my sigh that bathes a mountainous landscape
I’m left reeling beneath leaves that dance a tune
while their own seasons allow their very own escape

Of Earth and Wind and Sunsets Fire
I’m writhing inside an unearthly desire
to wait for your presence. I remain true
I’ll sit ( and contemplate) and wait for tomorrow
if it is with you

I could take the walk without the talk
and leave all impressions in the dust

... unless I’m desperately alone

Between me
and the tree
One is real
the other
I trust