This morning I've watched him sleep. Outside, the wind sounds of ghosts and storms, sounds of lost souls, trapped on earth despite all the space.
This morning I watched you sleep and complex roots of you and me vibrated dully, tangled, deep, real, waking both my sorrow for your departure, my romantic desires will write you what beautiful things my gratitude and simple ... be there at that time.
This morning while I was writing these lines, you came to join me at the show and you snuggle against me, small and large. You snuggle against me like there's no place more comforting the world. You snuggle against me, just one minute, then you're raised as if you were already full.
I expected you to come back, but no, you were well and truly filled up. And when I ceased to expect, you're back ... and distributed in the second.
You belong to the animal kingdom, I am a tree.
You know the real hunger, real thirst, the emptiness, satiety, fear and desire. I feed and water and light that I grew up without being noticed.
I push slowly, higher and higher into the sky, yet the insect or bird on my crown will always stand slightly closer to the sun.
If you like, I do not know, become a bird with large roots ...
But I am willing, be a tree with wings.
