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[sid] => 168105
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The tree in the wind
[time] => 2011-10-25 21:09:43
[hometext] => You're not alone. Others feel the loss you feel.
[bodytext] => The tree in the wind blows. I see it here from where I sit, Toeing and froing back and fourth, It gazes out from end to end, Further than mine eye can see, But not seeing, not seeing like I..... like me, Toing and froing back and fourth The breeze pushing, blowing, touching that wintered tree. It does not know the pain i feel, Nor see the pain in him there to be seen Toing and froing back and fourth It gazes out from end to end It sees all but does not see I watch him there in front of me Watch what it cannot see Toing and froing back and fourth As the wind blows through that tree. Your view so vast with vantage high Yet i see more with eyes shut tight Toing and froing back and fourth You gaze out from end to end But I wonder from your point you hold If care you do at all About your leaves that seem to drop To spin to cease to fall Leaves I see fall down here too Though different they may be Leaves falling down in numbers now, From the man I call my tree. I see it here from where I sit, Toing and froing back and fourth, He gazes out from end to end, Further than mine eye can see, But not seeing, not seeing like I..... like me, Toing and froing back and fourth The breeze pushing, blowing, touching my blossomed tree. I see the last leaves on your Branches The last of the weathered left Toing and froing back and fourth As you gaze from end to end Do you hold them tight those last you have Whilst you watch all you cannot see He holds them tight that link to me They're special to him, his leaves.. My tree Still you watch your eyes dont faulter Eyes hidden somewhere underneath Toing and froing back and fourth, Gazing from end to end. Your wind it seems a constant breeze But mine is picking up Looking away eyes closed I watch His leaves fall to my hand, my cup. This wind has no real direction, A force you cannot feel or see, This is a wind only true to him, Felt by my strength, my rock, my tree. As the other trees in the wind blow, I see it here from where I sit, No longer toing and froing back and fourth As you gaze from end to end Only one leaf left held by my tree, I thought you, that you, you could not see? The wind billows through the others, It rattles on the glass, Yet it does not touch you nor my tree For a second, Time, it does not pass. And now I see that you do see, See true from start to end. As the last leaf falls off my rock, my tree Its past what me, what I can mend You stand silent, your stillness your gesture, You feel my sad my pain my ache, as I watch his last leaf fall, a sound it does not make. As The tree in the wind blows. I see it here from where I sit, Toing and froing back and fourth, it gazes out from end to end, Further than mine eye can see, Seeing, seeing as I thought it couldn't, seeing like I..... like me, toing and froing back and fourth The breeze no longer pushing, blowing, nor touching my blossom tree.. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 90 [topic] => 52 [informant] => Aristo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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