On the edge of the forest
There is a tree
Sweet mother madrone
Where I can just be
Sad
Mad
Ecstatic
Glad
Let out
What ever
Is inside
Of me
Sometimes in the mornings
A sliver of sun
Winds through the canopy
To kiss my face
As I nestle
And snuggle
Into this sacred space
My heart
Is bleeding
Tears
All over
The forest floor
The song of your voice
Echoes back to me
In the gentle rustling
Of fresh-budded
Leaves
Blades of grass
Gladly bowed down
Under your feet
Now
Are slowly
Gathering
Energy
Returning
To their posts
Sentries
In a field
Of green
The air
Gently tousled
In the wake
Of your dance
Once again
Graces my cheek
Riding
The tail
Of a
Playful breeze
Far off
The call of a hawk
It was always here
But now
Expands into the
Space
Made
When your words
Faded away
And my heart
Rides
The gentle tides
Of grief
And peace
Of seeing
That I belong
Of feeling
How deeply
I long
Of knowing
Today
I feel pain
And yet
I am
Still
Okay