and she wept

the crooked tree had many arms
and they all
reached to hold the sky

I slept beneath her boughs
and dreamt of rain

when I awoke, your tears were on the pillow

2 Responses to “and she wept”

  1. Nympho Says:

    Sigh. Your poetry is art, D’Jaevle. Dark, beautiful art.

  2. Elle Says:

    I agree with Nympho… You make words and thoughts an art form…

    So how far away is a heartbeat D’Jaevle? Seems tantalizingly close to me.

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