Tree

there's a window,

but I only see the glass,

the trees are simmering, sizzling shadows
into my room.

the leaves caress the floor

and dance like a wild honeybee trying to find it's mate.

metaphors seem useless. lyrics cannot fathom.

words stand alone.

letters are accompanied by their lost lovers.
the opener's tears are pearls of joy,
found in the deepest part of an ocean.

careless images filter hearts

often to dry them.

wet. dry. soft. hard.

adjectives fail to reconcile feelings.
verbs are used as daggers.
nouns fall of the face of the earth.

yet all our hearts stand still
hand in hand,
looking at the simmering, sizzling shadows
of the leaves, kissing and caressing the floor.