I sat on the twinkled roots, old enough
In awe, clutched and twisted in thoughts,
Memoirs rising above the ground, from grave
My roots not so decayed and decomposed.
Reminded me of the journey etched in my diary,
Regret, no that’s not in dictionary, rooted in darkness,
Unable to wind up and decipher words in the woods
Uncertain where roots belong, that binds me to ground.
Tried to uproot, so as to forget, and forgive you, but
The cradle of thoughts, brought deeper into heart’s tissues
That bled, in resilience fruits of love that is time tested
The tree provided shades, covering love stories buried alive.
You planted a “forget-me-not” seed that went deep
Yes, ripping the ground of reality into a dream come true
You cannot re-discover the pain of penetration in heart
I only can feel the pain of retaining the roots of love.
Like the roots that clutch the earth, carrying life for the tree
Life being short, not to worry, but move on the way to witness
I wondered and listened to the whispers of leaves above roots as
I pass through the passage between memories eyes closed.
Like roots carry nectar to heart of tree, your
Love comforts, consoles, soothe my nerves
Making me a treasure house of pleasures in thoughts
Making me pause and feel about our relationship.