Palliative Poem
#Love
#symbolic
A Tree of Life… is evergreen.
A mirage of love…
is all shadows and shade.
Under the same tree.
In broad day light
Light from the sun casts a shadow from a tree.
Light and its absence can just point out
…a tree grown tall.
Taller than the rest.
Everyone else.
Too long from the ground up
Shading from the sun…
Whichever direction it can afford.
In broad daylight.
Older than any human,
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A centenarian — Aged and alive.
Leaves can be shed on the ground.
To grow back up in time,
…from the ground up.
Leaves and stems, little and flimsy.
Brittle and frail, are meant to grow stronger with time.
Dancing in the wind, like shimmers on the sea.
Heat forms the leaves with time and light comes from the sun.
Orange hues of light. Seeping in color. Steeped in color.
Color makes its mark, pigmented.
Leaves and shoots are meant to grow back.
Glow back. Come back.
Return in due time.
I could be wrong.
The grief is in decay.
It is a profound sadness.
It grows on me like it is a tree of apples.
