NEVER-ENDING

Candice James

Copyright 2010

In a breath never-ending,  

On a wing ever bending,

These trees have always been. 

Planning in the dark of a new moon,

Before the light of day could find them,

These children of a lost God

Were folding their branches in prayer,

When we laid down in their laps.

The morning dew still clung to their leaves,

Shimmering like diamonds on display.

An eagle glided on high descending

With snow white feather tips bending,

In salute to this pristine dream

Designed by these Van Gogh sentinels

Dressed in their painted green uniforms.

Within this timeless chasm

Of slow motion unending changes,

These trees are our watchful companions.

Inside these forest canyons that mirror life and death

We breathe a sweeter breath.

Tomorrow we’ll travel on

Until the pavement meets

Sand, beach, ocean and sky.

On a wave ever bending,

On a beach never-ending

We’ll merge with our shadows

And walk in the sun forever.