Storey Tree

You were seen flying

At a ground higher than the lamp of night
dreary, dusty illumination to sad alone,
A story of the tree, of the heart love leaves.

You watch and you watch and you watch
the sound of night never far...
by the storey where you are.
Maybe, just a memory
Some long-forgotten periphery,
One story, written many
numerous ways,
truth, redemption, love,
and hate,
made mad
paid interpreters,
robed translators,
who never knew the how
the when to end.
Taken too far,
Suspended.

The storyteller and the listeners,
the story of the audience.
and poems for every song.
You were carried like a lamb
by the shepherd who you are.
You were seen flying,
much farther than the naked eyes...

Soft smoke swirling source alight white
spaced in space.

Look at the tree so everyday.

A big bushy tree
Empty and evergreen

inclined upwards.
And downwards,
Well, a reversal!

Beautiful.
As above, so below.
Magical serrated darkness. 

ambience. Beautiful.

Tree, take deep in my earth.
hearth. breathe. heart

hearts beat, earth.

As Above So Below