The Entwined Hearts
Two trees side by side
Leaves danced together once, interleaved
In the music of the spring air,
All dry and fallen now, uncared.
Branches reached out once, entangled,
Tenderly caressed the blooming flowers,
All broken and bent now, unembraced.
In the twilight gleam
The cracked trunks still glow,
The enmeshed roots not yet dry
Hold each other close, unseen,
Brace the face of storm, they turn into mural wood.
Two figures stand, you and me,
In the falling light of the setting sun,
Become the dust of the golden days,
Covered by decades of togetherness
Don’t blow now in the winter breeze.
The embracing arms once warm and agile
Now petrified by time, unsaught.
Love in the twilight colors still glitters
In the crevasses of our wrinkled faces,
The entwined hearts not yet old
Pulsate to the music of youth, undisrupted,
In life's symphony, we turn into violin.
May 2, 2018
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