Such was the existential bearing on me
that
Inspite of seeing you
shrouded in darkness –
Night loving tree
I sequestered myself away
from my own
And, saw
My silence
Dangling down the leaves
bearing silently
on the tree
all lonely fruits –
ripe
for the survival of my verdant dreams
consuming night after nights
and
another take
Elusive,engaging,evocative and ethereal.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin for your precious comment.
A thought-provoking,interesting poem.