Ethereal, she rises
Beyond the heavens that claim her.
Lofty limbs embrace me
In this dance among the heights.
She soothes, she dances,
She whispers my name.
Grace defines her gentle touch.
She murmurs sweet nothings
Of peace to my ears
As I pass reluctantly by.
In her, I may stand free
If only for a few
Stolen moments of bliss.
She expects nothing of me,
Save that I continue
To allow her to caress my soul.
Every repeated moment
Is new once again
In my ascent of her boughs.
The wind verbalizes
The lullaby she longs
To place in my ears.
She is my beloved;
My beloved is mine own,
Yet it is she that claimed me so long ago.
I need no pretenses,
No alibis nor masks
To achieve her acceptance
As I move from limb to limb
In this dance round and round.
I swing, I stumble,
I continue to rise.
At last I stand gazing
At the world seen through her eyes.
A world more simple
Than that which lies below.
Yet every encounter must come to an end:
I descend—
Back into the world of obligations
Until my Lady Tree calls
To me once again.
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