From the boughs of tranquil silence (2/14/88)

From the boughs
of tranquil silence
of the tree
to a heaven
I have never seen;
Came a residue
of love
I call tears;
Condensating
as they fell
to a water
pure
as blood;
They ran
in form
of the river
that beats my heart.
When did time begin
these arms
so gentle
to caress such fragile
a feeling;
And this seed
from which it grew?
Reaching
from world
to world;
Standing through the storms
to face the sun;
Sometimes
as my keeper
to soften
my own falls;
Always
when wounded
bleeding it's strength
into mine.
And someday
I
will be the seed of trust
this great being left
embracing
eternity.
Jamie
2/14/88
