The Silence Of A Tree

(The Poetess)

To *, who killed herself so young…

I can see the stars tonight
Shining gently in the sky
I can touch the pale moonlight
What a time for you to die

I walk into the forest deep
Memories pile up in my heart
‘Tis the best place for your sleep
Beneath the objects of your art

I can hear the silence of a tree
You could see the colours of its dreams

I can hear the silence of a tree
You could paint the colours of its dreams

In this forest I will lay you
Under peaceful shades of green
And the flowers upon your grave
Will bear the fragrance of a dream

There are times that I feel closer
To the edge you’d crossed before
And sometimes I think I see you
Through an almost open door

I can hear the silence of a tree
You could see the colours of its dreams

I can hear the silence of a tree
You could paint the colours of its dreams

I can hear the silent steps of Night
I can see the trees roll out of sight
All you were… is up and away
Save the light I buried with your eyes