I wonder if solitary trees
Ever get lonely.
I imagine their roots going great
Lengths beneath our feet to
Reach,
To touch
One
Another.
Sensing the need through
Distance and dreams to feel,
To entwine wholly.
I wonder if solitary trees
Ever get lonely.
I imagine their roots going great
Lengths beneath our feet to
Reach,
To touch
One
Another.
Sensing the need through
Distance and dreams to feel,
To entwine wholly.
Between
Sunset and sunrise
There he lies.
Between Heaven and
Hell
There he writes.
Can you see his secrets
Beneath the lines?
Can you hear his truth
Between
The lies?