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-
vanishing

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...