05 Jul “Trust”
In the gleaming gloaming I did once walk,
And on still paths tread until Love, he spoke:
What care you give the furrows in your mind,
For they carry your woe to bind, entwine.
And though I heard I did not care to heed,
I chose the caress of the feeblest tree.
I climbed the boughs and bifurcations swift,
Until no root for root; no tree for tree.