weeks for secrecy

somehow I've had this poem for weeks sitting on my blackberry, waiting to be properly typed out. I've read it over and over on my commutes, wondering what it actually means. So many times I write just free flowing, wondering what will come and how it will be interpreted; what form it will take in another's thought patterns. So weeks have passed and here I sit blathering about my hopes and interests. N joi

tu as moi.

Her body was devoured by the fall forever leaves
Encircling the circumference like a lone river-bound weed
The tease and the feed crumble inside our hands
But our hands came from the forever tree
Demanding the leaves that land

Tomorrow goes past with little to forget
Remembrances induced while the sounds of morning
Swept over the weeds and the terns
Of the far flown mountaneous caves
Returning the echo to children afar
Yet close enough to behave

Les Reves, les reves
Abound and roaming free
Trap and capture my memories

Awake! Awake!
Tear the sleep from golden eyes
We've come to see you, Miracle
With lightly broken rhyme

And we should walk to continue
But we run all the same
Sometimes we should all slow down
For the forever tree's sake

For one lost leaf tears a small strip from bark
But the bark reigns cherished, as it was forever your heart

-tiscal.