The Silent Tree
21 June 2016
The Silent Tree
It bustles around
With keen promises of words
Hanging like dead fruit
Adrift the swaying leaves
The Silent Tree
It sheltered my frame
With a hundred drops of shade
Casting spells of dark
Amidst the scorching sun
The Silent Tree
I climbed its branches
Making merry of the ground
My hands tools of skies
Beyond reach of the mind
The Silent Tree
We had carved its bark
With tomorrows nevermore
Basking in todays
In fading centuries
The Silent Tree
We had cut its branches
When dying sun passed away
Snuffed out like candle
Within eye of the Storm
The Silent Tree
We both watched it fall
Its roots decaying tunnels
Where the rats ran free
Through eras of regret
The Silent Tree
Its hushed memories
Shivered within my bosom
When the moon sang shrill
With voiceless agony
The Silent Tree
I shake off its leaves
From desperate clinging arms
That embraced me tight
Before I emerged free
Reading of the poem:
Death is a disease – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai
Xibalba – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai
Together we will live forever – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai
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