February 7, 2012

Memories of a Sycamore...

The moon of the night
caress the barren limbs
of the sycamore which
longs for her re-growth

Gentle breezes whisper
through her aged branches
that contain secrets of the young
from long ago yesterday

Lovers swayed beneath her
sprawling branches sharing their
secrets as protection from the
sycamore safely surrounded them

Sheltered from the world of
uncertainty, couples remain safe
from harm as the old sycamore
again contains a new memory of -

lovers and their youthful dreams