I wish I could paint you this life time
Every etch in the grain of the window sill carved at our roots
Every drop from the rind that once lingered on our vines
But the truth is my vision into the winter of our future is beyond this thin linen of our minds..

These deep coasre roots still linger here
But whose to say they may unravel with time
Our seasons have changed ,our bark denser than some and softer than others may weather with the water of our lives...

I wish I could show you how I see the sun
How it beckons me to uproot from where I have begun
But still I sow my seed under the fertilness of our tree
Ripe with the fruit that's cradled thee
How I wish I could let it be
Careful not to shake our leaves
But still my dear I must part our weave, to ensure our further harvest of no weeds
To carry out all our needs
But still my hunger leads
How it tempts me to pluck at our fruit and feed....

This hallow at my core bends at the branches
Giving power to any storm.
How its lightning could peel back the bark from our form.
To see the crevice of what Ive grown
Neslted in the soil deep I have sown.....

This growth hidden among the vines
among our intricate weave
Patterned into the heart upon my sleeve......