A poem for you

With love from Sez

What can I say to convince you 
that night after night 
the tree disappears 
and becomes the fluid dream 
of the forest.

The coal pit cloth of dusk
swallows separation,
making ivy no different from 
honeysuckle, and gold flecked eye 
no different from moon.

And even you are gathered
under the gently swaying skirt 
of a wide-hipped sky
that hems no grove 
from its horizon.

I beg of you, do not return
to a world where everything pretends
to not know one other intimately, 
as if we were all not the lost
children of one, all-encompassing mother. 

An ode to remembering our intimacy with all things.

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