A broken tree

Is all that is left of

Our brittle embrace

It bemoans the amber fire

The lightning strike

And the carbon soot

of our friction and fiction

that never seems to end.

Village boys come and stare

And see a towering tree

That speaks of countless

Summer nights

A thousand winter snows

Broken by the sky’s fire.

A broken tree is all they see.

But beneath the ground

There is a tree

That goes further than stratospheres

Its roots more entangled than the body’s veins.

It grows deeper, quieter, and stronger.

Till in our eternal brittle embrace

(Tempered and scarred by heaven’s fire)

We have reached the center of the earth.

Child In My Lover's Womb