There is a Wishing Tree
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There is a wishing tree.
I stood about,
Surveying its sublime light.
Dappled colours and quilted arms
Extending, about the bole.
Fat in its existence, though
Autumn was new and the
Leaves had begun to peel.
A russet hue. They say,
If you walk around
The wishing tree,
Backwards, three times then,
Your wish will come true.
Walking backwards through time.
Stumbling paces, fingers guiding
Over its excess. This the
texture of its bark.
I wished for the future.
My love with you. Pacing in duet.
Our heels scouring a path
On gnarled roots.
Exposed to sweet dew.
The tree remains there still.
Yearly its beauty renewed.
If I again embraced those roots
Now, to turn back time.
To relive those days.
My love in bloom.
My youth and my lost, to live again.
My grey turn to Moorish hue.
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(October, 2003)
