Mistakes!
Was this all a mistake?
Did I let my guard down for too long?
Did you creep inside my heart?
Was it all a Dream?
The questions abound, sprouting from shoots to form buds on branches. But I am still asleep and Those branches are wrapping around my form and the tree limbed questions are consuming me without end. I want to break free, Freddie, but I'm trapped by my own answerless ways.
My muscles work relentlessly too break the crippling tree-hold. It seems all is lost. Brfore I can be fully consumed my mind drifts sleepily toward him. Here. There. Everywhere. Nowhere.
But it's too late to call after him. My heart yearns for him.
Leaves begin to grow from the tips of my earlobes, my fingers feel wooden and a strong taste of sweet maple syrup lingers on my tongue.
My heart thumps and thuds, I feel it throughout my oaken body.
I am now the living tree. Divine.
I hear a pretty melody clear and serene.
I know he is there, before the bird has the chance to give away that secret with silence, I know it. My rooted feet want nothing more than to leap toward him. I don't see him... or hear him. But his presence is strong.
My head thinks it is a trick, but my heart knows the truth... always has.
He prunes and shears back my wayward leaves so that my eyes can meet his again. In his eyes I see me; leaf-less, fleshy and exuding life as I was always meant to.
I am Divine, the Living Tree.
