Tuesday, 19 March 2013

secret mulberry tree

i was looking all over 
for my old mulberry tree
in the gardens of kew; a distinct memory-
(happiness) as a child-
sunshine, wind; running through
fountains and picking fruit 
off my secret mulberry tree
now here, a 'grown-up'
i still haven't owned up
i still haven't given up
i still cannot find it-
mulberry tree? mulberry me? 
a purple dream?
purple hands
purple tongues,
 as it stands:
i'm still here, out of my mind,
mulberry tree-  
i'm still wandering through 
these endless gardens of time
in search of you
sublime, beautiful sublime, 
the ghost of my mulberry tree
will appear before me 
one of these days...