May 11, 2010 17:01
I woke up at midnight
sleep was the intent
not for me, I suppose
I step out of the warmth
into the shroud of cold
I expect more, get none
barefoot out the door
wading in virgin fog
to my shins, deep white
I cringe, stopping silent
my earthy crunching step
moonlight kept my secret
wandering into the forest
my lies kill me here
but I find my tree
her flowers are dying
her children are born
upon a still somber night
her petals fall upon me
I swing up to a branch
high on the pear tree
you said you'd meet me
here among the trees
to prove your love
you never came
no footsteps in the foliage
no laughter, kisses
but when I woke
there were arms around me
strong like these branches
they were not yours
but they held me tight
and he whispered my name
the pallid morning light
reminds me now of him
his arms remind me of
how you never came to me
when I needed you
more than air or water
poetry