pine

going back to my pine

to spend early mornings 

with the Divine

going back to my pine

to read dusty scriptures

and to find

-true meaning-

this time
I'll make meaning last

this time,
I won't leave
until I complete my task

for there are many questions
I would still like to ask

I would like to bask 

under my pine

I'd like to reclaim what is mine

beneath the early sunrise sky
-for it's too hard there, to deny-
(the real)

in the midst of the coming sublime

I would like to connect to the Divine

-once more-