Virgin Trees
tell me if this doesn't make sense!
ooh this might shed so light on this piece if you want it.
"but i remember counting days down 'til the year could be done so i could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn and disappear again into a summer's bliss of staying out sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends" - bright eyes (loose leaves)
the winds of graduation
thrust us to every corner
and yet undiscovered hiding place.
we, loose leaves, with nothing left
to take from that tree
only the journey left
to find new soil,
to transform again,
to offer ourselves as nourishment
to a new tree till we have cycled again in bloom.
but the winds may only urge
we must find the strength to release.
how do we leave the safety of this first home
where the friendships that flowered shook feebly
in the face of a sisterhood
that sent roots down miles deep.
only sisterhood could have driven us
to stand shameless and bare-chested
in a circle comparing size and sag
as if we were testing melons
and with the same intensity
we used to sing the promises
of future service to this place and to each other.
it seemed unnatural to let ourselves
be carried away to destinations, lives unknown
when we'd grown so accustomed to standing
shoulder-to-shoulder with our fingers laced tightly -
together we are stronger than any Red Rover wall
though we chuckled saying it
"our virgin trees stood tall"
even if only metaphorically.
now in our new soil
though we are just loose windblown leaves
we cast stately shadows on new hills
and carry within us the seed to rebuild
those virgin trees now taller
tattooed with a heart for every sister
so we may carry them permanently.
ooh this might shed so light on this piece if you want it.
"but i remember counting days down 'til the year could be done so i could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn and disappear again into a summer's bliss of staying out sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends" - bright eyes (loose leaves)
the winds of graduation
thrust us to every corner
and yet undiscovered hiding place.
we, loose leaves, with nothing left
to take from that tree
only the journey left
to find new soil,
to transform again,
to offer ourselves as nourishment
to a new tree till we have cycled again in bloom.
but the winds may only urge
we must find the strength to release.
how do we leave the safety of this first home
where the friendships that flowered shook feebly
in the face of a sisterhood
that sent roots down miles deep.
only sisterhood could have driven us
to stand shameless and bare-chested
in a circle comparing size and sag
as if we were testing melons
and with the same intensity
we used to sing the promises
of future service to this place and to each other.
it seemed unnatural to let ourselves
be carried away to destinations, lives unknown
when we'd grown so accustomed to standing
shoulder-to-shoulder with our fingers laced tightly -
together we are stronger than any Red Rover wall
though we chuckled saying it
"our virgin trees stood tall"
even if only metaphorically.
now in our new soil
though we are just loose windblown leaves
we cast stately shadows on new hills
and carry within us the seed to rebuild
those virgin trees now taller
tattooed with a heart for every sister
so we may carry them permanently.