If I was a tree

If I was a tree

in a long-forgotten wood,

I'd whisper to the lumberjacks to

turn me into food

 

for human hands

as they write with their pencils,

I'd find my way into your fingers 

to feel that touch that is so gentle.

 

And if I was an expanse of sea,

choppy, calm and wide,

I'd wait forever until the day

the sand would feel your stride,

 

And I'd surge right in towards your feet,

And smother you with warmth.

My wave could be your throne and seat

and we’d make a little home.

 

And though now I’ve gained this mental illness,

And am trapped between dimensions,

One look at you and my mind would scramble.

You perfect my imperfections.

 

But we’re separated by constraint and seas,

And the cruel twist of circumstance.

Every night with God, I plead,

Just to give us one more chance.

 

Let me be some kind of druid?

A passenger of time,

So I could battle through the many realms

to bring you back to mine.

 

Or turn me into an element,

Maybe the tender, falling snow,

So I could float into your ears and nostrils

and settle with your soul.

 

Let me be the river water,

in with which you bathe,

I could float you through the many lands

and back to my conclave.

 

Just any other form of energy!

A star, the sun, the rain.

Let me warm you on the coldest day.

Let me wash away your pains.

 

But He won’t let me be a raincloud!

And I am not the sun.

Alas I’m just a human form

destined to be run

 

from the memories and visions

of longing that you make,

I am destined to the suffering

of a heart that's had a brake.

 

Maybe you’re some kind of God yourself,

Or an angel of the ages?

The way you've soaked right up into my being,

And have flooded all these pages.

 

You filled me up with inspiration.

You filled me up with lust.

You regenerated my creation.

And restored my inner trust!

 

And though now I might linger through my life,

with my happiness forever broken,

I know for sure, if we ever meet again

my heart will be awoken.

 

I do feel pretty sombre.

I do feel pretty sad.

But perhaps I'll meet another like you?

Maybe things won’t be so bad.