truth

the tree,
only a sapling
new and fresh
like an early summer morning.
love, carved with the words
“me + you 4ever”
new and fresh
like a river from melted snow,
we were there.

passing seasons mark the time
like nothing else can -
endless yet
so finite,
a glass heart
so timeless
but still so easily broken.

the tree,
now covered in green
bright and shining
like glorious midday sun.
love, from all the days
of quiet company
bright and shining
like the reflection of affection
in your eyes,
we were there.

no system can divide our time
not into minutes
or hours
days, months,
or years may pass
with the blink of an eyelash,
the falling of a leaf,
a touch of lips that
no one notices.

the tree,
now bent with age
wise and caring
like the knowing moon, always watching.
love, so calm and steady
lifting burdens away -
wise and caring
like the infinite knowledge of our ancestors,
will we be there?

will we be there?